05-10-2018, 07:40 AM
Phoebus
Phoebus finds himself by the volcano nearly all the time now.
He sleeps by it, he eats by it, he practices controlling his fire armor by it. He is nothing if not attached to its warmth and beauty, regardless of the destruction it may cause.
So it is where he finds himself again. Resting by the fiery inferno, eyes closed and content. That is, until the clanking of metal against the cool lava rock catches his attention.
He looks over to where the stranger stands; he’s seen him before, during the kingdom meeting. It was the former Ischian Prince, in all his metallic glory. Phoebus watches in awe as he forms a spear out of the lava he loves so much, excited that someone might like it as much as him. The boy looks lost, like he was in a daze. Phoebus walks over, careful not to startle him.
“Are you okay?”
Boy of Fire
@[Kromium]