Dacian had been out late that night, collecting various flowers for his mother to use in her potions, as he often did. He knew how important these flowers were to her. He kneels down, collecting the moon flowers she so sought. He digs it out, careful not to sever the roots, placing the Flowers in several pots he had brought with him, before placing them in the basket, carefully bringing the basket back home.
Well. That was the plan. As he was walking, there was a flash of light, and heat, from the sky. He puts the basket down, when he returns home, and heads back out, hearing a thud nearby. It was loud. Like an impact of something large. He runs towards the sound, hoping that it wasn’t something harmful…
This had to be a sign from the gods. It had to be.. something was off. “Hey, you!” He calls, seeing the man. “Are you alright, monsieur?” He runs over, seeing he was injured.. then he sees the wings. “you’re injured. Please. Come with me. I can help patch you up.” He offers, holding his hands out to him. He wouldn’t question the wings. Not yet, anyway.
He wasn’t too sure of the other, turning carefully in the direction of the voice and the footsteps that came rushing up to him. He was frightened and injured, even with a broken wing he tried to pull them close to his back to protect himself, vibrant blue eyes glowed softly with his remaining grace as he stepped back from him worriedly.
“How can I trust you won’t hurt me further?” He says, though he was really in no condition to do anything to stop him. It had been an exhausting experience and his body was in shock. He was burned from the heat of his fall, feathers were singed, still smouldering at the ends, though they had turned permanently black now, he was not yet aware of that, too much going on for him to really be concerned by it.
He shakes his head and he sits then, showing he wasn’t really in any condition. “I just want to find somewhere to rest...” He says to him after a moment, holding his side carefully.
