Ornis was patrolling the Temple Quarter, listening to the sounds of nature; the almost lifeless stillness that accompanied the sacred place. A soft sigh escaped him as he turned his hidden gaze up to the sky. "Anoth'r day of tend'r silence and gentle breeze." He murmured to himself as he summoned his golden wings. The appendages elegantly rested upon his back, draping down to barely graze the ground.