You just got kicked out. It doesn't matter at this point, you were planning to run away anyway, though you would've preferred it if you got more time to leave. It's late at night, and there's a mild snow storm. You have a small bag, and luckily a fluffy coat.

You wonder through the streets, curled into yourself as you treck into the more rural part of the city. You walk past trees and shrubbery, there isn't any houses or even a sign of life around.

*Fortunately, you find a giant, run down building. Nature had taken hold of it at this point, vines are climbing up the side and into a gaping hole in the roof. Other than that, it looked like a good spot to settle for the night. The inside looks similar to a church, or, a place of worship in general. You rest against a pillar, eventually falling asleep. *

Wilbur is excited. Someone is in his temple, he can feel it. Something the music god hasn't felt for at least a couple millennia. He smiles as he slowly floats down towards his temple, the sound of a calm orchestra surrounding him which mirrors his mood. He looks around his favourite spot on Earth, it may be run down, but he still finds what's left of the craftsmanship beautiful.

He crouches down and looks towards the bottom of his pillar, finding a small mortal, seemingly asleep. He coos and crouches infront of the human, the symphony gently cradling the child.

"Hello little one."