22nd Cylus 717
Orange lights danced below in the darkness, heralding a village of some sort. Finally, after two trials of flight, he'd made it. At extreme speeds, he took to dive bombing the site before pulling up in his glide and soaring for a rooftop. He wasn't sure, but this was probably the right place. He'd have to ask some locals once he could speak again. There weren't many people about, he believed it to be early morning, though telling the time of trial was growing more difficult. He leapt from the rooftop, flapping his wings to slow his descent before landing in an alley. He echoed the vision of a Ryon and scanned the area. Once satisfied at the lack of people, he focused his being on the totem necklace he'd flown with, initiating the transformation of a Fridgar under the cover of darkness.
An entire two bits of agony later, he was Fridgar again, he stood up and stretched his jaw. He was getting very good at not screaming during the process of transformation, hell, he hadn't screamed since before buying Rey'na flowers in what felt like an eternity ago. "Testing..." he coughed, choking on some air. By the immortals, it was weird to be a Lotharro again. Brushing off his leather coat, he straightened up before stepping out of the alley with his hands in his pocket. The night vision persisted, aiding him in his mission to ask a local to ask where they were.
The streets were dark, save for the light of the glowing windows that harboured families sat around the hearth. If this was Krome, it was a nice place, much nicer than low-town. Maybe he ought to come and visit in the next season?
He'd found his target, a fancy looking human male. He approached without a second thought, scanning the area for anyone else in the immediate vicinity. "Excuse me?" He spoke in his usually low voice, one that the human might recognise. "Is this Krome? And do you have Volareons in your woods?" He spoke casually without thought, as though his questions were normal. He hadn't realised that the man he was speaking to had betrayed him at the mid-winter ball or danced with Rey'na. He only knew such a man by scent and sound, and was neither echoing the bears sense of smell or the cat's sense of hearing, telling him apart was going to be difficult.