Basalt awoke in the early morning hours, and after some restlessness he gave up going back to sleep and slumped out of his dwelling and into a gentle sunrise. It'd be more beautiful if he wasn't in a sour mood, letting out a snort of irritation as he shook out his mane and unfurled his wings to their widest breadth. The air was already humid.
Eating breakfast took the edge off, but the Iso still couldn't dismiss the feeling that he needed to be gone for the day. Like he needed fresh ai...