[As welcomes go, the violent storm that's swept into Fable isn't a particularly warm one. There had certainly been a time in his life when, being the sort who spent the bulk of his time indoors, he wouldn't have given how damaging or dangerous such a storm could be much thought. Seeking shelter is still among his greatest priorities, but he has learned enough about the dangers of violent weather during his travels that rather than simply get himself indoors and wait out the storm, Cyrus is on the alert for anyone who may need assistance or ushering to safety as he goes.

All told, he's quite a sight, struggling to move against the wind and already soaked throat, with his cloak being blown out behind him and threatening to be swept away entirely— but he manages to press onwards, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the fall of heavy rain as he spies someone up ahead in his path.]

You there! We must take shelter, immediately! This way, there is—

[He's cut off by the loud rumble of thunder as lightning splits the sky at nearly the same moment; the storm is directly overhead, with the entire village at its mercy.]

Look out!

[He starts to bolt forward, even as another crack of lightning pierces the air. Whether it's him or the figure ahead who ends up being struck, or that all involved are granted a narrow escape remains to be seen.]

[Kanshi is stunning upon first sight, of course, even in the wake of the storm, and Cyrus does listen to the little sakura dragons' plea for help closely enough, but even as he takes the net he's been given in hand, he pays the troublesome petals being spoken of little mind. Instead, he bends down just enough to put himself at eye-level with the nearest sakura dragon flitting about, reaching out with one hand to lightly prod at it's abdomen with his index finger.]

Remarkable.

[His fascination with the little creature is writ plainly across his face, and for just a moment, the dragon seems to question whether they might have chosen the wrong person to tap on the shoulder and ask for aid.]

I say, I've seen all manner of creatures in my travel, but none so eloquent as you— nor anywhere near as friendly. Of course, I will gladly lend my aid, but first, I must ask, what are your...

[He proceeds to pepper his new 'friend' with questions about their diet, their native environment, and other such dragon-targeted curiosities.

Someone help this poor creature.]

['Magic explosion' is all Cyrus needed to hear before making his way to the mountainside— in fact, he doesn't even need to hear both words in full before he opts to follow the fairies in their haste. The promise that 'nothing bad will happen' is in one ear and out the other; whatever it is that he's about to witness is unique and unprecedented enough, at least in his experience, that it is well worth any risk there might be— and oh, it is exquisite, a stunning display of light and color among the flurry of native creatures that have brought it into being.]

Magnificent! This is—

[Ah, and there is the explosion that had been foretold, with bursts of color now raining down towards all those who had come to bear witness. Perhaps you're among the crowd that's gathered and have been hit by one of those colored sparks yourself, or maybe you turn just in time to see the scholar caught in the blast, but it's quite obvious that those assembled can't possibly dodge all of them.

This is probably fine.]