( Cut for Sad Feelings )
Eventually, his feet stepped off grass and into sand, his robes dragging. The water hissed in his ears, a siren call, but not strong enough, not here, not for this. Another passage to death called his name, and it would wait patiently, he knew. He stopped several feet from the water, gazing at it, and inside he began to release the holds he had on that churning feeling, the emotions to myriad to put to words.
So he burned them.
Fire roared around him, a circle of heat that screamed with the pain and ache he couldn't properly voice. The circle bounded higher and higher, forming a tornado of swirling heat that groaned and howled as it at the air and his magic, flushing his skin. The pale yellow of morning was no more for him, just a single, swirling mass of red, gold, and at his feet white and blue. Above, the tornado shifted, grew higher, taking the form of a bird with its beak spread and screaming in denial and pain
This continued for many, many minutes, but even Ashura's power and control had limited. The bird leaned forward over the water, falling in a death throw, hissing as it dissolved. With the tornado of flame gone, it revealed Ashura, skin flushed, the edges of his robes crisp, kneeling in a circle of molten glass, his whole body shaking from the expenditure, almost as if he would start seizing. And yet he didn't seem to care. He simply knelt in the circle he had formed about himself, shaking uncontrollably...[ ooc: This takes place early in the morning, so catch him at the beach or if you want to, you can catch Ashura later returning to the Castle that's fine too. He'll still be shaking and look pale and his clothing crisped at the edges. ]