Phoebe smiled, placing her arms around Raven. "Thats good to hear." She whispered laughter lilited upon her voice. The ring on her finger glowed. It was made of gold, two wings meeting together. It only glowed when she felt deep emotions of either Sorrow, Anger or Love. She broke her embrace with Raven.
"Raven, what is that?" She placed a hand over the stone. "I know my words arn't as powerful as they were and only work on birds. But that must have been powerful magic." She looked a Raven, she was a mere child. Phoenix herself was, from ancient bloodlines over one hundred years old. She touched her neck, it was still warm from where the necklace had been.
"Raven, I'm glad your back." She smiled.