As the sun is hung high, lingering in the sky as if controlled by an unseen force, the rays adding light to a low meadow. No one seemed to be in the present are at the time, until a giant bird shaped shadow crossed over the area, then stopped on the tree as the trees shook slightly. Leaves fell to the ground as a body fell out of the tree and onto the ground. A male with black hair, and grey streaks running infront of his face, two grey angelic wings folded up in back of him as he sat up against the tree trunk.
"Why of all days is there no place to wander except ones mind" As he sat there that question repeatedly bounced off of the walls inside his mind, thus sending him into a flurry of wonders. . .
The man stood up fo a second, allowing his wings to spread to a great length, longer than the arms of the man. He pulled back his cloak revealing two sheaths placed on his belt strap, he moved thos and slid them over his shoulder, allowing him to sat lean back with ease. His wings folded together again, then he leaned back against the tree trunk, awaiting something interesting to happen.