Sunbeam Lair There's the eternity I was looking for

Wretched Wraen, as she had so delightfully introduced, drew from Phoenix a curious cant of his red-brushed head as he considered the name. It was an unfitting moniker, even if she spoke of macabre things. There was a light around her that no one could deny, let alone mistake for something wretched. He decided not to make a commentary on this— it was just a game of words after all— and just go along with it. "I'm Phoenix, presently untitled," he smirked, tail thumping a little on the ground. "So, Wretch," he went on, pointedly choosing to shorten the wrong part of her given name; "what were you up to before arriving to crush my dreams of a decent grave?"

Thank you for your patience!