There are skyscrapers. So many skyscrapers, nestled together along wide pedestrian-only streets. There are trains, leaving well-lit rail stations with remarkable regularity and zipping off into the countryside. The countryside is pretty far away. It's bigger than any city he's seen. 

He would've certainly heard of a city like this. At least there would be something about it in the Bermuda Conflux brochure. This can't be a "lost" pocket dimension, he was in the Shattered Skies, the whole point of the place is the open portals. ...It could be a new pocket dimension that he didn't notice last night by virtue of being hidden among the Bermuda's cluster? That is possibly the most worrying peace of news he had since last year.

Maybe he should talk with some of the locals? He tries to spot someone approachable enough.

There are like a hundred thousand people out and about on the streets. Every single person has brightly colored hair. - okay, a few aren't brightly colored, but they're still distinctly colors. No one has brown hair. 

Okay, he is assigning more credibility to the "this is a new pocket dimension" theory. He knows there is green hair somewhere, maybe blue, but not this rainbow plus gray variety of colors.

Well, he really needs to ask for directions. Are the locals even friendly? Well, he does not need to land in the middle of a crowd, he searches for isolated people...

Maybe the folks in that alley? What are they even doing in an alley in the middle of this cold? As an afterthought Felix starts tinkering with the weather on a citywide scale and more locally he makes the alley warm up to healthier temperatures. He lands.

They freeze for a second, blinking at him, and then flee.

Um...

Yeah, I guess that is a reasonable reaction. They might not even know what a skymage is. But a winged stranger is definitely something.

(Still hurts a bit when people fear him like that.)

He doesn't follow.

The alley is now deserted. It seems to be a garbage disposal alley, behind two rows of buildings. There are tunnels at the ends, so it doesn't intersect the main streets.

(He really shouldn't be so upset that people got this scared. It's too selfish. They're the ones that have any right to be upset.)

He stands in the alley, wings folded around himself, tinkering with the weather. One can't just change the weather without consequences but Felix can make this blizzard less of a problem.

The tons of people in the streets nearby will probably appreciate it.

Yeah, and after a while it can be meditative to have your head up in the clouds.

No one comes back into the garbage alley.

Well, Felix is not going to stand in this alley forever. He takes flight... he still needs directions, maybe a way to get in contact with home in case he was teleported somewhere else.

He startled a bunch of people in the streets, but that is not unreasonable. Maybe people would feel safer in their own homes? If they get too scared Felix can just take flight. He finds somewhere that looks residential, lands and knocks on the door.

It takes a while before someone answers. Then the door swings open enough for a little boy with orange hair to peek out. HIs eyes widen.

Felix gives him his best and most benevolent smile. "Hello, is either of your parents home? Do you mind calling them here?" He is not going to ask permission to use the phone from a child, that sounds like asking for another scare.

"Are you an alien?"

Blink. "Uh, I am a skymage," he tentatively opens his wings to demonstrate.

"Wooooooaaaah. Mum Ma there's an alien come and see!"

Why does the kid thinks he's an alien? "Uh, I just need to use the phone."

"Mum! Ma! There's an alien!"

  A woman with orange hair like his comes to the door and squints. "Uh," she says. "Hello?"

Charming smile. "Hi, I am very lost."

He is not really moving his wings, but they don't look fake.

" - I suppose you must be! Uh. It's lovely meeting you. What can we do for you?"

"Uh... I would really like to know where I am and how to contact my home if possible?"

"- this neighborhood is Cypress Grove, we're about two blocks from the East line station. I don't know if the trains are still running, they were calling for quite a storm - is that the level of lost you are?"

"No... I think my level of lost is closer to I don't know which city I'm in and possibly not even which country."

Absently, he stretches his wings. Gosh, if those are fake then they are really good fakes.

She blinks rapidly. "You're in Lina, which is the capital of Anitam."