The Elven Princess
Aelanor said, and looked at her palm, "but why do I need one of your feathers?"
The red and gold feather streaked with black was about as long as her hand.
"The journey you are on, Princess, is highly perilous. And your ambition is shared by all. We wish to be of some aid should the occasion presents itself, and you need only burn this for us to appear. We'll come to you," Seraphim said.
"Savour the food," Ignatia called, and the four phoenixes, with a great sweep of their wings, took off to the sky.
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