A grunt of annoyance would follow the first hint of a new arrival, as her song would recede, crown turning to glare at whoever would interrupt her solitude. Paws became crossed just before seeing the long legs of someone she knew. "Fendar?!" A snort of amusement would follow her feeble words, as she rolled her eyes. Obviously she was going insane. Fendar was dead. The phoenix hadn't seen anything of him since the coup, and not much before. Her legs would skim the ground as she approached the hallucination endearingly, tail swaying behind her like a veil. Her rather mangy pelt would unfold as she descended with great skill, meeting the looming shadow of her brother with ease. The mountains had been a new frontier to the hallucination, but his long legs must have helped him a lot in the endeavors it had taken to bring her down here. A gentle voice would elicit from the ghost's lips, speaking of her name. Cyan gems rolled in their sockets as she backed up, chuckling in amusement. "How wouldn't my own hallucination known my own name?" Her tail would flick indignantly as a snarl would come from her own lips, clearly annoyed by her so-called "hallucination". "Goddamnit. I must be going insane. Fendar, you are dead! I haven't heard anything from you since the coup. You're just a hallucination. I know it isn't real." Her foreleg would rise and stomp on the ground, hackles rising. Cyan gems disappear behind golden curtains as her crown shook multiple times. Why wouldn't it get out of her head? She must be reaching the other side by now.
Except she wasn't.
The vision would approach, seemingly materializing from the fog more clearly. Hallucinations weren't so real; so vivid. "No... It can't be..." Those mismatched eyes were so genuine, the right a burning flame and the left of silver, and his figure was so foreign, but familiar. The vision didn't seem to know quite if the phoenix were real or not, confusion plainly written on it's face. One long limb would extend forward, wrapping about her in an embrace. It was real. He was here -- right now. The past suddenly meant nothing, nor did the future, only the present. Jaws would slide open in disbelief, as cyan gems softened. Hackles smoothed at the first hint of his foreleg brushing her skin. It sent electricity through her bodice, that of reminiscence and familiarity. "F-fendar..." Emotion sparked within her bodice; a dying flame rekindled. This was what she needed. What she wanted. Tears stung at cyan orbs as her own bodice would rise, pressing tightly against her brother as her forelegs crossed about her tall brother's neck, head resting on his left shoulder, her muzzle pressing into his neck, inhaling his scent. Watery eyes gave way to tears streaming down her cheeks. "I-I'm sorry." Words were painfully shed from inky lips, garbled by tears and emotion. "I t-thought you were just a v-vision. I t-thought I was going in-insane." All that mattered in the world to her was Fendar. She wanted to feel him before he was gone, as if he would disappear with the wind any moment now.
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