Stepping toward the modest fireplace she took a moment to stifle the flame until it went out before she left her home. At that moment heavy but familiar wing-beats boomed overhead. As an Element, Sephira had spent a fair bit of time around Enormowls. They were terribly clever creatures that sported beautiful white plumage. The Elements often used them, especially the Air Troops, although the Enormowl that landed in front of her home was decked out in a far richer saddle and tack than the ones utilized by the military. It was less of a saddle and more of an augmented carriage that was draped in fabric awnings to shelter any passengers from the wind. The shadowy form of the rider and presumably the pilot sat in a seat near the head of the bird. He was wrapped in thick furs and scarves to help contend with the bitter cold of Cylus.
“Hello?” Sephira said as she emerged out into the snow, closing the door of her home behind her. There was no answer save for a small wave, indicating that she was to get aboard. Wrapping her cloak around her body , the mage climbed up into the well protected carriage, the wind being substantially cut off as she slid inside.
Almost as soon as she was seated the Enormowl gave a great flap of its massive wings and they were airborne. It was amazing how quickly the breadth of Scalvoris Town disappeared beneath them as the winged beast pushed toward Faldrass.
It seemed like less than a break before they began their decent into a remote corner of the island. Sephira’s stomach seemed to always leap into her throat when landing with an Enormowl. Finally they touched down in front of an imposing manor. The mage quickly let herself out, being somewhat familiar with out to correctly get off the back of an Enormowl. The pilot gave her another wave as she headed toward the impressive oaken doors that led inside.
The door seemed to open on it's own as soon as she approached, at first startling the Element before she realized that a well-dressed butler had been the culprit. His slicked back hair and sharply tailored coat cut an imposing silhouette.
“May I take your cloak?” he asked as she entered the entrance to the estate, the butler giving a faint bow as she handed over the garment without complaint. The Rupturer in Sephira quickly took account of the area around her, noting the distance to the stairs and the size of the chamber. Once she was satisfied with her relative safety she waited patiently to be directed further.