you knelt in the garden… not much of a garden. More of a small patch of grass that you managed to afford to rent along with the small stone house you had. The grass was wet with morning dew, the rain from last night. It soaked your knees. You enjoyed relaxing here with the little time you got to yourself, away from others, away from chores, a moment away from all responsibilities dealt to you. You sat there.. you closed your eyes and breathed. ..in.. ..out.. ..in.. ou- you were cut off. Something was wrong. your eyes instinctively fluttered open, you stare at the man above you, standing there… the way he was dressed seemed a few.. centuries behind. He looked down at you, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on his face, he had platinum blonde wavy hair, he wore a long modest purple tunic that went down to his ankles with brown leather detailing, along with a brown leather belt and scabbard (with sword) and a bronze buckle. He tapped one of his pointed brown leather boots against the wet cobblestone ground that was your “pateo” he finally spoke, his wings fluttering a little “Be not afraid.. or disturbed.. I wouldn’t want to interrupt your little… episode, would I?” he spoke with a slight smirk, he seemed to be mocking you a little “A little birdie told me your faith was faltering…” his smirk fell at the last part, returning to the unimpressed look he had before