Her eyes of sun and sea did not rest. Long legs of a runner did not rest. She strode mile after mile. Her eyes darting. Her ears swiveling atop her crown as she searched. Yet for what, exactly?
She searched for something, anything, that didn't seem to belong out here in the desert region. Yet this land was all new to her. She had only just been reborn. Only just awoken after generations of slumber in order to do this task among others. She didn't know what would be odd for this place.
Pheo remembered the voice of the god speaking to her. Remembered the glow of the symbols in the temple. Heeded the warnings.
The pull to chant and pray and sing to the gods around the Skyspear was immense yet her fortitude would prevail. She kept thinking of what the dream visitor, her god, had said. That it was poisoned magic. That it was tainted land. You must resist and so she would even if one day Pheonix Rising would find herself using this land for her worship in this life.
For now, she did as was bid. She searched endlessly for the runes in order for the ritual to be done, the chant to be said and another step to the freedom of this land again.
Endless Plains did eventually come to an edge. Such by as cliffside with a steep drop, where down below harsh ocean water was filled with jagged dark rock and swirling dark tide pools. Atop the cliffside the wind was strong and cold, whipping her fur around wildy. She wisely stepped from the edge and looked around the open land. Nothing. Nowhere. Noone.
