Skyfire

It was always the smell that got to him first. The promise of thunder and lightning. The wrath of God about to be unleashed. But with that wrath would also come the long anticipated rains. Those rains that were so badly needed this year, because crops were failing again. Another famine was lurking around the corner.

As the first flashes filled the night sky, Frollo shed his robes. Hopping on one foot, tugging to remove a boot. Finally he leaned against the wall, inhaling deeply.

And waited for the Heavens to open before him.