”The morning wind whistled slightly through the open window of the Juliet balconette. The sun had just began to rise, the golden fingers of the sun threading a beautiful image of green fields, the grass rippling like waves, the white, unpainted left wing of the institute reflecting the sun quite a bit, especially in the areas where the walls ended and foundation began.
Robert stepped in front of the window, hidden eyes overlooking the landscape with intent, odd for a man who had scene this view at least a hundred times before. The land was all laid out for his eyes, and soon his people, to see. He placed a hand on the black metal railing, the railing built to be high enough he wouldn’t have to lean. Standing still, the wind ruffled what rare bits of his attire were not metal and free to move.
@atlazztarr @nuggetglitch is this peak i cant tell anymore its 2:15am and i made this in like 20 minutes