A flutter of feathers fall in your cup of tea that you filled up, you look up in curiosity to find the half bird arcanist looking down at you from the top of the teahouse that has been long abandoned by its poeple,

Your legs dangling on the sides of the wooden board as you gave him a smile , the gaze of the afternoon sun slowly going down , highlting his silken locks over his hardened face,

"You shouldn't be here.., I told you before that you're free to go,"he stated , ruffling his feathers as he flied to land next to you on the wooden floor,"You still have to go back to your..institution do you not..?"he asks , his voice solemn as he observes your features , his feathered wings coming to rest against his chin in a pensive motion,

Perhaps it was longing or certain nostalgia about the place..but you couldn't help but want to stay in the teahouse for a whole longer than anticipated..even though the St.Pavlov institution has deemed that you finished your mission , it reminds me of a certain arcanist girl that used to run the place.