For the early risers of a certain elf city, they were welcomed by the unique sight of a golden-haired young man with equally golden wings watching the sunrise on the porch of one of the tree houses in the central district.
Aureus, who had spent the night in Erlos' home in Ronan, was watching the sight of the city slowly stirring awake. Compared to the boisterous crowd in the human cities or the stiff discipline in the royal palace of Megaris, there was an strangely relaxing scene unfolding before his eyes.
