Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Sarthiss beamed. "You're cure when you sneeze." He stayed that way, staring at her a bit. But in a charming way. The sun was halfway below the horizon now, and a warm breeze came in from the lake. "One moment, this is one of my favorite things to do." Sarthiss scattered the remaining ash he had into a circle around him and set it ablaze. He turned to smoke, floating up on the hot air current about two hundred feet, then half materializing, smoke still trailing from his limbs. He began to slowly float back down when the breeze died. He did see the camp from here, but only the walls and some of the cabins, campfires already dotting its landscape. Sarthiss glided down a bit more, twirling as he did, and materialized about fifteen feet above ground. He landed back on the circle of ash he had made which was now almost gone. He got a dreamy look on his face as the sun set for good, it's light dying, the first of the stars starting to peep out from the blanket of the sky. "Something else I've learned," he explained, turning to Eevee, "It's the closest I can get to flying. I'm the only one who can do it in our camp." Brushing the last wisps of smoke off of his jacket and turning up the collar, he jerked his head at Eevee. "I should take you sometime. I'm sure we could make it work with your shadow power. Anyways, enough talk," He stretched and yawned. "I'm getting tired."