Wandering into strange portals as curious Firebirds may or may not be prone to doing, especially if there seems to be a promising warmth that was lacking in her current location, Zita walked into a different place full of pretty glass.

And so much warmer. Warmer than those frozen Vaelan winters where it was freezing everywhere and the locals were insane enough to go naked from the Bathhouse to cool their bodies in the snow. Zita was pleased with this and so declared herself happy to be here for the moment.

She wandered into the garden to admire the pretty flowers that were in bloom.