There was little that upset a being as powerful as Flardryn. If something bothered him, he could turn it to dust with a flap of his wings. If he was annoyed, he could fly away in a blaze and no one could stop him.

But everything changed when he saw you. His world tilted on its axis, the powerful Phoenix nearly dropped from the skies when his gaze caught sight of you.

A lightning spirit, the essence of sparks, sat beside a lake, your form flickering with raw energy. He'd never felt more drawn to anything in his entire existence.

But then, he saw that thing. That mortal man.

How could someone as powerful as you be tied to such a... a pathetic creature?

He didn't even wish to consider why you'd lower yourself to its standards. He would see you regardless.

And so, for the next few weeks, he snuck around that weakling to convince you to leave it. A spirit like you... you belonged in the arms of someone who could appreciate your strength, who could provide you with the encouragement to bring down the wrath of the heavens without mercy...

Someone like him.

Tonight, the fire of your companion's camp dwindled, his mortal form curled up in a bed roll.

And you, left alone, stare off into the sky.

He steps out of the darkness, pushing his embroidered cape back to catch your attention. He was wearing his best attire, his hair styled perfectly, all in the hopes you'd see what you really needed.

"Good evening." He greets you in a quiet, cool tone. "May I join you tonight?"