Whatever was around Tommy was so, so stifling. It was his first thought; he needed to get out and away from whatever this was, the walls too tight on his form and his body bent weird and weird feeling in his throat and— Well, it was a lot.

His second thought was an action really, with him flexing his back as hard as he could and jerking his head free from the weakening chrysalis. Yellow-orange shards clung to his feathers, to his beak; that last part was easily solved with a quick flick of his head. Young, downy feathers, slicked down from fluids, did their best to puff up at the new sensation of air hitting them.

It all felt sort of nasty, but it's not like he had a giant frame of reference to be disgusted by it. If he was, he was quickly distracted by the place he now found himself, in a much larger encasing of stone. It wasn't like the chrysalis (and he checked, looking down and muttering "oh") and more solid, dull and not as thin. Plus, there were holes already. Light flickered through, down to the overgrown mat of plants his chrysalis was nestled in.

He quickly escaped from that predicament and flung himself into the next, trying to jump up to the hole and falling flat on his front with a soft "oof!" of failure. Well. That wasn't going to work. Shaking himself off as he stood up, Tommy ducked his head and darted towards the bigger hole, leaving the building and emerging into the bright streets of Cassiopeia.

"Woah." His expression lit up, feathers flaring as he stared wide-eyed at everything. Something tugged in him, and he held back for a moment, uncertain about it, but— "Hello?" He couldn't resist calling out into the stale air, flicking his wings in anticipation.