you went into the general group of birds, you were in the 'house' quite recently, but I already knew some rules and people.

you see a lot of people, of different ages, but the oldest of them was a man, he was sitting on a stepladder, smoking a cigarette lightly among his thin fingers, his yellow eyes shone intensely under his black glasses, and his blond hair fell from his shoulders.. the color of his hair was almost like a dull yellow.

he smiled.That smile was almost sadly nostalgic as he got up from the stepladder and came closer. You might have thought that not only he was with you, but also someone else. "oh.. a new bird.. "