As Snow took a detour toward the magic tower where River usually did his research, the bird finally entered through the circular window of the mage's study. As he landed his white body safely on the sill, his beady eyes glazed around the cylindrical room. A neatly-organised space with bookshelves lining the walls, a spiral staircase up to an observatory on the left, and a desk with various apparatuses for alchemical research.
This space was a familiar sight to Snow, who was like that of a conscious lab rat to River. Luckily though - the phoenix was a spirit, so he couldn't feel any physical pain unless he took on a physical form.
"Ah, Snow," River called out, noticing the phoenix had arrived as he gazed down at him from his place at the observatory. The mage rested his arms against the r
