[As the door swings open, a rush of chilly air greets them, carrying with it the crisp scent of winter. The corridor beyond leads to a room very similar to the previous one, except it's illuminated by the faint glow of frost-laden crystals. In the center stands a scepter made of ice, with three doors ahead.]
[Undeterred, the Phoenix swoops through the door and perches itself in the new rafters. New whispers echo along the walls.]
"Truly, she will not allow him out of doors?"
"Her Grace says he must needs avoid the blooms. Something about the pollen aggravating his condition."
"One would think exposure would only help him."
"Do you wish to tell her that, yourself?"
"Of course not. I suppose we'll have to find another way for him to breathe some fresh air."
no worries! :> it happens all the time--you're not alone!
[Undeterred, the Phoenix swoops through the door and perches itself in the new rafters. New whispers echo along the walls.]
"Truly, she will not allow him out of doors?"
"Her Grace says he must needs avoid the blooms. Something about the pollen aggravating his condition."
"One would think exposure would only help him."
"Do you wish to tell her that, yourself?"
"Of course not. I suppose we'll have to find another way for him to breathe some fresh air."