Phoenix
Phoenix watched as his two friends conversed, joy, purpose, pride, their emotions were seen by Phoenix and from them the complex net they made up their minds was apparent. To understand their intentions was not difficult, no different from a human looking upon a rock.
But yet it did not matter, the matters of man have never concerned Phoenix in truth. It would only interfere if one tried to trample on those that could be his friends, but even then the Golden Kings intent to cleanse the city was not something it cared much about, the fact that he wanted to make a great place for humans did not matter for it.
It did not understand the reason behind why humans lived the way they do, but it was not any of its concern. It interacted with humans to end its loneliness, but it did not purposefully try and change them. All things where the way they were, and all things will end before it.
And so its focus shifted, to the small beast of Gaia that stood to the side, watching the king and man of clay speak to one another. Lightly hopping off Enkidu it landed on the floor, before hopping over to the dragon, its size changing to be similar to the dragon.
It just then stood in front of it and chirped happily.
Amy
“Alright then, let’s go find her.”
Getting up Amy began to walk away from the table, Proxy’s true form leaping into Fiore’s lap while its human construct pushed her. Looking around she really appreciated just how massive this hotel was, it had everything. They checked a few places, until they arrived at the pool.
It was amazing; she has never seen such a large and beautiful pool. She was half tempted to jump into it with all her cloths still on. She bet the water was the perfect temperature to.
It seems however there where two other people in the large room with them, a familiar red head and a blond haired girl with far too high-class clothing for the pool.
She began to walk twordes them with a smile, “So that’s where you were Mil-“ Her voice stopped as she got a good look at the stranger, that hair, why would anyone wear their hair like that. I mean, she had a nice face and killer body, but that hair was so out there. For someone like Amy who often camped, normally kept to herself, and lived on a strict budget to take the time to make their hair like that, not even considering the amount it stood out, was something incredibly alien to her.
Not that she did not get hair care, but arrange it to that degree was absurd to her.
Her next words came out as a whisper, which could only be heard due to the acoustics of the room, “Drills... who wears their hair like that…”