His inward swore resulted from a sudden thought that occurred to him
I thing “swore” should be “swear” in this case.
“Iyra, why have you called us here?” Inquired one.
She was busy straightening her feathers with her beak, her keen sunrise-gold eyes ensuring that she did a near perfect job.
In front of the small band of forest creatures and the wizard stood a phoenix, seventeen feet in height.
He couldn’t help but admire the wizard for his warm heart, a trait that he often times wish he had.
“Wait a minute… you’re afraid of heights?”
…and frowned as his considered the price he would pay were his identity unveiled there.
Another unpleasant hiss was given as he was lifted by the scruff of his neck and shaken slightly as if to test his weight. His pupils, wide with displeasure, soon met the obsidian eyes of Slasher, who was scrutinizing him with mild curiosity. Then, just as swiftly as he had been raised off of the ground, he was set back down.
“Damn, he’s right; you really are scrawny.”
“What I have here looks ordinary, but it isn’t.”
He snarled, darting up beside the quickly pacing elf.
…as he rested his right elbow on his knee.