looks, mid to late afternoon
Silver Falls had to be his favorite place for power practice. Not only was it breathtaking, but the hike there was good exercise, and he liked to wrestle the falls with the power of his mind.
He was particularly keen on testing if being in a pact would make this all any easier.
His thoughts of magic were interrupted by a familiar scent in the air. Smoke. And Flynn wasn't wasn't firefighter only on the clock. It was his duty, at any time.
So he went off the path to try and find the source of it, ready to give a stern warning if the fire wasn't secure.