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[The darkness doesn't bother her, not with her powers coming back online. The sun being blotted out unnaturally might be a little unnerving, but the fireworks make up for it, the sensation of new beginnings and hope make up for it. The steady increase of her order's voices inside her heart definitely make up for it, and they all have the same request.

She's missed their new years ritual at midnight, the augur's singing, the blaze of expectant glory that they put up, the drums and the dancing. It's been her dance for centuries, but just because she's here doesn't mean she gets to skimp on ritual. She takes herself out to the Ruins, the white temple stone seems apt enough, and she begins the firebird's dance. Death and rebirth, prayer and exultation. Those who watch her long enough will feel the urge to dance alongside her. Her movements are strangely graceful for the size of her body, for the power in her feet, each stomp of her feet sets the threads of magic in the air ringing joyfully.

It ends in flame, her head tilted back as the heat flares, engulfing her like a firework all her own, glimmers and then dies. She stands panting, sweaty and smiling.]

New Years. Who wants a kiss?

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[ The baby phoenix is there in a heartbeat: magic and dancing and music, rebirth and death, it all sings of Birdie. The red bird twirls alongside with her, around and about, wings flickering with flames, the warmth sparking magic all around.

When it's done, the bird of legend is right there, letting the flames wrap and engulf them both and once it's done, she's back to the petite blonde girl nude skin she's so very used to wear. ]

[ A kiss, a kiss? The girl eyes narrow slightly in happiness, and curiosity, and she hops up and down slightly, rocking back and forth on her little heels. Excited, she holds Paderau's hands and though she wears nothing but the human skin, she feels as warm as if she was wearing many clothes. Birdie giggles slightly, but not in embarrassment - no, no, the baby bird loves to be pampered and loves to get all the good kind of attention. ]

I want one, can I have one? [ She tiptoes a little, grinning. ]

Absolutely, baby.

[ U-Uwah! A kiss, on the lips, like she saw people do sometimes, back there and then. Birdie laughs a little bit, but she likes it; it's warm and she feel safe and loved and everything ever. The baby bird tiptoes even more and entwines their fingers, not quite sure of what she's doing but knowing for sure that it feels nice and warm. ]

Here's to another year, Birdie.

[ She squeals in delight when she's twirled, letting go of Paderau's hands to wrap her arms around her shoulders so she can hold herself up. The phoenix laughs and nuzzles her nose on Paderau's, nodding, even though she doesn't understand the concept of another year - time, for the immortal bird of rebirth, means nothing. She knows when to rush or when to slow down, but the celebration of a new year is nothing more than the celebration of a new day to her. Still, she nods. ]

Yes, another one, yes.

You're gettin' big.

[ Birdie smiles big at that, exactly like a child would when told as so. She closes her eyes in glee when she's petted, but unlike Paddy, she doesn't let go; she's wearing only skin, after all, nothing that makes her uncomfortable, but it's warmer close to Paderau. ]

I hope this place doesn't turn nasty too often, but I think that's just me wishing.

[ Nope, steps are fine. She even hops to the next one once in a while, but then goes back to Paderau, almost circling her like the Birdie-phoenix would.

But she then stops and, as if sensing something off, she tilts her head, a little worried, shifting expressions so very fast. ]

Do you think she is dangerous, the Queen is, is she?

Can't say that yet, baby, but things like to change on a whim around here and that's dangerous.

[ Birdie stops, doesn't climb up the stairs, but then follows Paderau quickly - both because she likes her, very much, yes, and because the warmth is too inviting. She takes her hand in hers and looks up, little pouty face with a determined scowl that wouldn't scare away a fly in a petite face like hers. ]

I'll protect you.

You already did, sweetheart.

[ She doesn't look too convinced, but she nods and leans her head closer, almost as if trying to become one with Paderau. She breathes out slowly, looks up to the colourful sky and smiles, golden eyes shining with the many colours of the sparkles. ]

It is cold, outside, yes. [ She says after a while, closing her eyes. She's tired, little baby bird needs her sleep once in a while and Paderau is such a wonderful pillow! Warm too. ]

S'what happens when little birds lose their little bird clothes. Come on, lets get you snuggled down into your little nest.

[ Oh, Paddy, you spoil her rotten. She wraps her arms around her neck and rubs her nose on the warden's affectionately. ]

Will you stay, for a while, tonight? [ She smiles, the gold of her eyes full of hope and excitement. ]

Yeah. We'll get you warmed up.

[the girl has her hood pulled back now, her eyes shining in wonder as she takes in every movement. She's never seen the like before.]

[so many strange and wonderful things happen here.]

New Years? What's a kiss?

Hey, girl. You've never done New Years before?

[she can't help it; Paderau's similarities to her friend, and now the fire, give her the urge to trust the woman implicitly.]

[she shakes her head.]

What is it, exactly? Well, the name...

Last night at midnight, the old year ended and the new started. So we're celebrating new beginnings.

A celebration...new beginnings.

[she likes that. The Gardens are her own New Beginning, after all.]

How did you learn to dance like that?

Watching. Practicing.

You mean...from fire?

[she's thoroughly impressed.]

Took a while, a few centuries, but it's my element, babe.

Oh. [wait.] Centuries?

[her whole life has only been little more than a year; she can't even wrap her head around it.]

I've been around a while.

A very long while. [she doesn't mean to be blunt or insulting; she's actually impressed.] Do most people live that long?

No, not most people, but most of the people in my order do.

[unique when meant to be a copy, that's her.]

So you're special.

Do you ever get lonely?

No, never, baby. You see, the thing about being a warden is... you're connected, to all living things. All the people, all the plants and animals, everything. Got my brothers and sisters in the order too, we're the luckiest creatures alive.

[her eyes widen a little.]

That sounds...amazing.

[a warden. She's never heard of such a thing, but she believes it.]

All living things. Does that mean--...[she hesitates.] Me, too?

Yeah, you too.

[she folds her hands over her heart, as if to feel that pulse. She's not quite sure what to say. If Paderau knows, can feel what she really is...she doesn't seem to mind.]

[that's new. And a little...wonderful.]

...thank you.

No problem. Happy new year, Xion.

[she ducks her head a little, a small smile on her lips.]

...Happy New Year, Paderau.

Wow...

[Utena blinks, wide-eyed.

...And then blushes.] A kiss?

It's tradition.

[That only serves to fluster her more, but she puts on a brave face. TRYING TO PLAY IT COOL...and failing.] Yeah, I've heard of that tradition, but isn't it a little personal to do with just anyone?

Nah, it's pretty much a blessing, you know? Wishing the other person a happy new year, passed from my lips to your person. Shit, I could kiss your forehead and it would be the same deal.

I guess when you put it that way, it's not so strange.

Old as time, is what it is.

[She's startled:] Ah--

[and then flustered again. A blush slowly crawls up her neck.] Um, [an awkward cough; she rubs the back of her head.] thanks.

I'm Paderau.

[She relaxes a little. Introductions are easier to deal with.] I'm Utena. [She smiles.] It's nice to meet you.

Hope your new year turns out swell, Utena. Dunno how that's gonna go in this crazy place, but it's the thought that counts.

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