Saphrax loves fire as much as the next phoenix, but he absolutely hates the smoke. It smells like butt and it burns his lungs. Not to mention, smoke and ash take away the beauty from the flickering flames. So when the volcano started to erupt, Saphrax watched for a moment where the river meets the sea, but then he hi-tailed it back to Solterra where he could barricade himself in his home. After all, not only did the smoke and ash burn his lungs, but it ruined his perfectly pristine coat and that simply could not happen.
When the dust finally settled, Saphrax took to the sky to survey the damage. He was being downright nosey. He had no real need-to-know, he just was curious about what sort of devastation the volcano had caused. And so, as he flies towards where the island once was, he cannot help but notice that as he flies further from the shore, he should be getting closer to the small island where the volcano was.
It doesn’t take him long to realize that there is no island, no volcano, nothing that was once there before. How strange, indeed! He continues to fly forward, looking down at the strange bridge that has seemed to form over the sea. It didn’t look safe and so he had decided to stay in the sky. And yet, the farther he flew, the heavier the air seemed to be. It took more effort and energy to keep in him flight than it ever did. Such a strange phenomenon.
And just as he was about to turn around and head back towards shore, he is greeted with a tall wall of ivy. He cannot go around it, the air far too dense. It’s the monsters that lay waiting prey to turn to the water that has his attention. All of this screamed danger. And in a quick moment of “HELL NOPE”, Saphrax turns and heads back to shore. He does not overstay his welcome. He prides his appearance and his life.
STAFF EDIT***
@saphrax has rolled a 2, and has been awarded +40 signos!
