@shiroidoushi
The wind seraph would be giving a wide yawn as he sat atop the roof of a wagon, the village he was looking after preparing to move once more--such was their way of life as nomads. He had looked over these people for a few generations, knew everyone by name, but not once had anyone been born who could see him. The villagers used to respect him, honor him with gifts, but that time had long past. Instead...Lios decided to take his offerings whilst the others were unaware--some seeds to munch on one day, a vegetable the next day.
He hadn’t expected to be caught red handed.
“It’s my right to have this, right? Don’t look at me...don’t look at me like that! They keep forgetting to give me offerings, so I just borrow some, that’s all! And how come your eyes are so special and you can see me, hm? You...must be cheating somehow!”
As if to accentuate his words, a soft gust of wind would buffet the other, a small show of his nervousness. He wasn’t scared--it’s just been so long since anyone actually saw him that he was a little intimidated.