Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Sarthiss was going to fall asleep soon. A chilly night breeze sent shivers up his spine, and he pulled his jacket closer. Approaching the bottom of the moantain, he didn't bother climbing. With a sweep of his hand, the underbrush surrounding him burst into flames,and he gathered the ash into a pile. Sighing haggardly, he collapsed with a small thud. He was asleep before the ashes settled.