Phoebe remembered Bluebell’s words. “Okay, but that stuff’s not actually real.”
Cat and Bluebell exchanged a look. “I thought you’d know firsthand how real it is,” Cat said.
When she was a young child, before her parents died, her mother would read her fairy tales about the Firebird. The golden bird whose feathers granted power beyond imagination, and which was coveted beyond belief. The mysterious creature that circled the globe and landed before those in need- or those in need of a lesson. A fairy tale was all it ever was to Phoebe. But over the years, those bedtime stories had become intermixed with sightings and urban legends, and to many the Firebird was now more of a cryptid than a mythical beast.
Surely this “Quill” was just a group of fanatics trying to hunt down the truth.
“Sorry, but I’ve never seen the Firebird in my life.”
“Well… forgetting can be part of the wish,” Cat said.
I really slacked off on Kata work today because I got stuck on a particular story beat that's consistently been giving me trouble. Earlier this evening I took a shower, hoping that it'd help me feel at least a little better- and of course that's when I figured out what to do for the scene.
Also, here's a bit of trivia: The image of the Firebird above is based off of this illustration by Ivan Bilibin, for the fairy tale "Tsarevitch Ivan, the Firebird and the Gray Wolf". The design of the Firebird in the prologue was also inspired by this.