The winged man hummed quietly, sitting at the cliff's edge as he always did.
Of course, the tune he hummed was that favourite tune of his, the one where the words were long lost to his memory and only the tune remained, as prominent as though he heard it only the day before.
Meanwhile Celeste stood behind him, watching the calm and relaxed disposition of the winged man with a baffled expression.
The winged man was mostly always calm, it was rare for him to ever be anything otherwise, Celeste knew this.
But knowing that, Celeste reckoned if there was any reason to feel anything other than calm, now would surely have been the right time.
The treasure the winged man so desperately searched for was gone, the very same treasure for which Celeste's kin had given their lives.
It was gone and they knew exactly how it was gone, yet since that moment up until now, the winged man was yet to say a single word of the matter.
