Alone sat the four foot tall purple Airii in the middle of the southern glen and wearing a simple black shirt and pants. He was mulling over thoughts in his mind on what had happened in his life or at least mostly in his recent life. Even though he had his soul back, his beloved Ciri in this realm with him, he still felt like there was something bothering him. So much had gone on in his life that made him so numb to other peoples problems or to those he has harmed. Unless this itch in his mind was just hat; remorse catching up to him now that he had a mind of his own as well as his soul that he had sold so long ago.
He laid on his back and spread out his wings on the soft grass. He did have himself blindfolded so he did not look up at the bright sky. it was bright for him since his eyes were extremely sensitive to light. As he would lay there he kept going through his thoughts. Although, the scenery around was very peaceful and he was beginning to drift off into a gentle nap. Coming from a life of utter chaos it felt like he was in heaven now with nothing disturbing his life.
He laid on his back and spread out his wings on the soft grass. He did have himself blindfolded so he did not look up at the bright sky. it was bright for him since his eyes were extremely sensitive to light. As he would lay there he kept going through his thoughts. Although, the scenery around was very peaceful and he was beginning to drift off into a gentle nap. Coming from a life of utter chaos it felt like he was in heaven now with nothing disturbing his life.