Moving On|Clan Fira | Naurorod

[Darastrix]

Zack looks back towards Clan Fira for a moment. It's early morning and the sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon. He'd packed up his few belongings and enough supplies to get him to Maelstrom and written notes to Ann and Tres the night before, and now it's time to leave.

"Hope the kids aren't too upset about me leaving like this," he murmurs to himself, flexing his wings. "But I really hate saying goodbye."