Show my cards, give you my heart

So she had been in hiding for two years in these craggy mountains, a quiet phoenix amongst evergreen forests and stone mountains. "It's so great to be isolated... to be without disturbance... to be alone than with someone untrustworthy..." Since fleeing the old Ebony lands, the firebird had found a resting place in the gargantuan mountaintops and galactic peaks of the night. In the heat of summer, it was not unbearably hot like many other eastern lands, and once one who was sure-footed finds their way about the maw of Fenrir, they are a true hiker. She had settled in a cavern inset in one side of the inner mountains of the valley, and she enjoyed life alone...

It was the brink of dawn, and dew clung to the air, a gentle vapor of moisture settling at the peaks of the mountains, a fog forming in the deepest parts of the valley. Aroused from her sleep by the call of one of the local birds, the phoenix rose, her crown first looking out the landscape, eying the mysterious glow of the sun. Cyan gems traced the silhouettes of the sun perfectly, as a melody began to sing in her mind, that of a peaceful bedtime memory. "Oh... sing me a mel-od-y of the sun. A sweet mel-od-y of the moon. Such sweet har-mon-ee." From splayed lips came the gentle melody, a sweet song across the maw. There was no family left for her to trust and love; she may as well make the most of it.