Cearon sighed angrily. Not because he was angry at anyone in particular, just angry. Luckily, he'd been alone to enjoy his anger in peace. For now.
It would only be a matter of time beofre Azura sent someone to find him. The task would probably take longer than usual, considering the fact that she was off in Nabias for some reason she hadn't bothered to explain.
A dark chuckle escaped the Fellox as he rolled over, flames licking the ground beneath him. The sun glared down at him, so he closed his eyes under the darkened mask that covered his face. A light wind caught his ribbon, making it flap like a banner. He soon pinned it down because of the irritating sound.
Why did everything have to be annoying today?