He rests on the roof. His legs dangling. Its quite boring..no one can see him..no one can hear him. How he hates being a spirit. His wings flutter and stretch. Watching the passerbys. He should be hunting raven right now..but cant he take a break? Afterall..raven is very hard to find. Then again- not like anyone controls him. He sighs. His eyes sweeping the area. Someone he could watch for the day..someone to entertain himself