A phoenix serving as an omen for danger, unable to warn for what lies ahead without being expected to risk one of their own many lives. But does it necessitate being human to fear for one's own demise?

Not a single lifetime had been spent without ceding to humans before the lifetime Nix ran away. And though the hundred and twenty seven years afterwards are as dismal and soul-numbing as isolation can possibly be, it is freedom. Whether or not they take advantage of this freedom to truly fly, however, is a different question. But. With a friend's hand in theirs, maybe they can.