[h2]Phoenix Wing [/h2]
The flower to his speech, this man had to be a poet. She playfully rolled her eyes as he gave them, what Vivian would call, a blanket compliment. Works well on crowds.

Trinity never really liked Vivian.

But, this man didn't quite seem to be as - aaah, how to say - as much of a social "chess player," so to speak. That could be yet another air, used to decieve, but how far was she willing to doubt?

"So then, you are his... brother? An interesting way to speak of your brother, if you ask me." Then again, this guy could have meant a number of things. It was hard to tell, honestly. But... at this point, she had no real reason to doubt him. "Well, he just left. Not sure where to, or really how long it'll take him. You're welcome to wait here for a bit, if you like."