Phoenix was a glassblower. Glass breaks easily. So, when he was about to finish something brilliant, it did something very expected: it broke.
Phoenix was not happy.
After a few hours of stalking around his home, seething and grumbling, tearing apart a letter that he didn't want to read any further and stubbing his toe, he decided to go for a walk. A very long walk.
He packed a few things, including a small lunch, and headed out of his home, locking the door tight. He headed out of Arca. He sat and ate lunch and hour after stopping, then continued, further and further. Soon enough, the city had gotten smaller and smaller. The land was as such so he could see for quite a long time in many directions, the only he could not see for what seemed to be forever were with some hills in the distance. Though, the grass was getting high where he was going. He had gone off the path, not wanting to deal with people. He soon found himself up to his thighs in tall grass. The flowers scattered about were very nice, but he didn't care about them at that time. He came to a river in some time, sitting on a dry spot of land. He munched absently on a bit of leftover from his previous lunch absently. He still had some snacks with him. He found himself calm now and settled into his thoughts.