The angel wandered through the mountain, his wings shield by a creme colored cloak. They folded nicely into his back, making them almost invisible. He sensed something, or someone rather. “Hello?” He called, stopping and folding his arms.
Yijun mumbled out something not all too friendly in Ionian as he turned to face the stranger, “Can I help you?” he huffed folding his arms just below his chest. Needless to say he wasn’t too happy with being interrupted during his quiet time.














