It wasn't that the city wasn't great, as the female's form shifted in an instant, her phoenix form taking it's place in all of its magnificent glory: but it was a city. It was made of concrete and other cold things. She found herself craving heat: the sandy beaches of the nearby island would do nicely.
The place always seemed to be warm, no matter the weather elsewhere, and warmth and heat was what she found herself craving as she took off from the balcony of her home, wings spreading as she glided her form across the ocean....
