So he read, and he learned, and after a few days he knew more about volcanoes than he ever expected he would. Also after a few days the air cleared, not just in Delumine but on the southern horizon as well.
Mateo had not meant to travel to the site of the eruption (he had been doing too much traveling recently, despite the borders still being closed) but he awoke early one morning, earlier than the birds, and the sky was calling to him. He took to the sky and followed the wind-- or at least he thought he was following the wind. Maybe, and in hindsight this seems more likely, his heart had decided its destination and his wings simply followed.
He flies south until dawn creeps across the land and the smell of the ocean fills his nose. Below him, illuminated in pale shades of orange and yellow and blue, a strange bridge rises from the water, a long and twisted hand reaching out and away from Novus, farther than the eye can see, even an eye airbound. In the growing light he sees strange shapes in the water. The morning grows brighter and the shapes take form-- tentacles, fins, clouds of ink-- and without second thought he turns around.
He turns sharply and flies and flies and does not stop until he's home again, miles away from the death that lies waiting at sea.
ooc: yeah no, we aint about those freaky sea monsters. Mateo is OUT (for now :3)
STAFF EDIT***
@mateo has rolled a 4! He has been awarded +100 signos.
