„Quite the exquisit design…“ he murmurs and tilts his head, starring at the gargoyle before him. While his face may be as cold and scary as always, his eyes hone with the bright light of childish wonder.

The 19 year old looking Fae keeps wandering around the seemingly abandoned building, admiring the used architecture of the humans who made it. He sees a few students walk past and follows their movements with his emerald eyes. The way they give him nervous glances, fidgeting and making as big of a circle around him as they can. He‘s used to it at this point, He accepted the fact that nobody except for Silver, Sebek or Lilia will actually come close to him.

He turns his focus to some rose bushes nearby, admiring it‘s colors. Everyone loves roses, if he only could be like them.