[IO!-IJAIRC!] The Phoenix, the Fox, and the Finneas

[Demetri Malius]

The alchemist softly trailed along the leaf-scattered jungle hills, his nose buried into one of the handmade mythological books he had made from numerous sources that he had found once arriving in the omniverse. Tiny tweets came from his pack as he mumbled.

“Fire… molten rock… maybe just fish .. damn… what would one reckon a Pheonix eat?”
His goggles as he looked up, thinking he heard some footsteps. Another tweet from his bag. 

“Yes, I hear you fiery little bird, I just need to--”  A wisp of red flew out of his bag and took to the air, tweeting along. “Damn it you little troublemaker, get over here before you manage to catch something on fire again!” The alchemist’s eyes furrowed as he chased after the mythological bird, closing his book with a digit saving the page he was on. He clutched it tight to his side as he climbed over tree stumps and leaped across puddles, trying to snag the darn bird. His green eyes traced the red movement in the air,  making sure to not lose sight of--

Slam!

Darkness clouded the alchemist’s vision as he felt the distinct taste of wooden bark in his mouth. As well as a slight hint of blood.

“Rotten little…”

The alchemists groaned as he pinched his nose, his cheeks red with pain and embarrassment. His cheeks puffed as the little bird flew around his head, before landing on his nose.  The alchemist narrowed his eyes until suddenly, a few strands of hair flowed with the wind over the bird, suddenly fuming and puffing in smoke as it caught fire.

A yelp echoed through the forest as the alchemist flailed about and finally doused the flames with a wet hand of water and mud. With a puff of air he blew the burnt strands out of his eyes, before pouting his lower lip. He sat down with his knees bent so that he could set his crossed arms upon them. The little Phoenix floated around once more to land curiously on the patch of dirt beside him. Finneas turned and tried to give the avian creature a glare, but found himself only giving a soft sigh, looking over to his right to find his book luckily closed on dry land. He extended an arm and dusted off the cover, giving another light sigh.

“You know, if you did this to anyone else it might be a bit funnier for the both of us.”