Celeste wrung her hands together nervously as she stood at the mountain range,
It had been almost an hour since she had come to him and the winged man was yet to say a word.
Not to Celeste at least, the winged man still hummed that tune that was always on his lips,
Celeste had heard this tune from him so many times that it had her wondering more often than not just what meaning it held to him, for it to be so fondly remembered.
But of course, this was not an answer Celeste could dare seek to know, when it came to the winged man's wrath, Celeste knew well enough that there would be no exceptions.
It almost seemed as though the winged man had no knowledge of Celeste's presence because of how well he had ignored her since her arrival.
Try as Celeste might, she just could not hide her apprehension.
