Phoenix Maplewood go in flames, meet in flames - we'll find in flames just who's to blame

the mountaineer laughed, prompting caiaphas to glance at him in quiet interest. caiaphas hadn't missed the way revui sized her up anew -- as an old crone, she could not say she hated it. it had been some time since she had been measured in any respect in the eyes of another -- and even longer since she had proven their assumptions false. as it was, the siren was so tired these days -- oldness had a way of cutting all the vinegar out of you and only leaving spite.

she looked involuntarily to the forests as revui spoke; oh, he was right -- trees had a way of killing anything underfoot when they fell, and if she was to die, it wasn't going to be at the rough hands of an upended pine. "neither is the coast, i'd guess." which left.. very few options. "nor mountains, nor plateaus, nor waterways. i suppose the only place to be safe would be if you were a bird."