She suffers no fools gladly and only a fool would think otherwise.

There are no credentials which need to be met, anything material is insignificant to her. But he must possess a passionate mind, she needs to able to converse with him explicitly, anything else would be an insult to her intuitive soul.

There are no shallow grounds within the walls of her fortress.

She was a hungry lioness, with an insatiable appetite when it came to him. With no inhibitions when claiming her feed, she devoured the very roots from his soul and he made no attempts to stop her, he just relented to the savageness of it all.

The Phoenix adored the company of the charismatic swan. They loved to talk freely, laugh, love and peel away each other’s fears. She wished they could laugh together forever.

But, you see, it was never to be, because, the swan was a settler, very much accustomed to life amongst the pretty Lilies which lay demurely on calm waters and the Phoenix? well, she was a wild flamed wanderer of the skies.