She had gone as far as she could from The Forgotten Isle, heading North when darkness on the horizon caught her dark red eyes. She watched from her new home as smoke and ash began to fill the air, and lava spewed from a place called Mount Volkan. She could see the multitude of birds fill the air and swarm around safer roosts. Umbra had nearly gone mad when the smoke first touched the sky, telling Aza over and over that they needed to run, or be swallowed in the catastrophe.
Looking now, she could see more smoke and fires, though their glow were what gave them away. Her friends had been silent, and she wasn't even sure if they had made it or not, the faeries were so delicate after all. Perhaps, she would make new friends on this Northern journey. Something told her she would need to use some of her skills as a witch healer, so she focused some on what she had with her. Umbra had little carrying use, but there was a smidge of dexterity to her claws.
