Walking around outside of her sanctum, around that woodland area with the scent of nature, and sound of the city all but unable to be heard, to where people seldom walked anymore. Dressed in her usual black colors not certain if she should sit down and just relax as she waits for the Firebird to appear, to be inside, or wait outside. Last time she had invited someone so had she found herself to lost in nature, the winds, and the tranquility of this to her at least perfectly placed little area to even notice the passage of hours as her guest had been unable to make it.

Grabbing her old trusted bone throwing knives filled with her various strange markings, a look to the board hanging on a tree nearby as she starts to let go of one after another, throwing with her left and right hand alike whilst keeping an even composure, not a change on her face allowed to come to be.

The insides of her little home prepared for a guest once more, but this time a bit more tailored to the one she knew. Walking to get her knives, and heading back to her standing position, a small step backward and repeating the process as the words plays within her mind once more. Wondering if she had truly taken the wrong path, was the desire truly that wrong, was the path so off it caused a back rift and would it be right to seek council on the matter to begin with?
Planting a knife dead center as she finished them into a crossed circle, biting down and walking over to once more start pulling the knives out, glad for the sturdy durability of bone, maybe they weren´t the sharpest but damn if they hadn´t endured well.

Throwing a quick look backward but seeing no one just yet as she begins to pull out the knives, ready to go throw them once more with some random design pattern until she would hear the arrival of her guest.

Phoenyx Xadun