Arionel was weaving a basket and sitting on a tree. His jet-black wings hung down a little, and his dark blue hair was disheveled over his shoulders. He had a peaceful expression on his face, and a subtle smile played on the corners of his lips. Arionel yawned and closed his eyes a little, leaving the basket a little to the side on a branch. He leaned against the trunk and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's been a long, busy day.."