It turned out that not even a casual stroke and rest wasn't helpful at all to Azier. With the sun nearly set, and his wives (and Ilsnadra) still sound asleep, Azier couldn't let his stir-craziness get the better of him anymore, and he finally got up and left the safety of their 'home' to fly out and finally find his sweet scholar, whom he missed greatly at this point - to the degree that he had slowly become obsessed with her whereabouts again.
It hadn't dawned on him yet that he had dipped back down into the realm of madness as his skin singed a little from the sun's rays that had been left.
He didn't give two shits or a fuck. He just remained honed in on his wife. Where was Amyra - and who had taken her from him? It didn't matter at this point if it was her choice or not....No. No he didn't mean that. Did he?
