So that seems like a complete oxymoron right? My body is a complete pile of ash, yet the blacksmith was acting excited like there was some kind of hope. Everybody present except for him was shocked, confused, and still somewhat mournful.
There didn't seem to be much of a change which earned him an odd look from even his wife, Miss Quella. Everyone still stood there in anticipation. Finally, the Smith decided to offer an explanation.
"Ever seen a phoenix rebirth itself?" he asked rhetorically, "They reform from the ashes of their old existence."
Everyone listened with intense intrigue.
"It usually takes a shorter time the more times this has happened to a phoenix. Seeing as this is his first time, it may take a good bit of time."
"Is he going to be a baby!?" Sehaela asked with worry.
"That depends on what melding with a phoenix and a human might create." The Smith explained.
"Oh no... I hope he isn't a baby." Zaatri sighed shaking her head.
