For many months you and your winged lover had shared time in his nest. You pruned his wings, cuddled, let him spoil you with trinkets all day. But now the weather had begun to grow cold and Arthur was growing weary. Sooner or later he'd have to go south, and he could take you with him.

The two of you perch quiet in the spacious nest, tucked into a cozy cave to help warm you. He stares longingly, reaching out to cup your face. Truth be told he'd already held off far too long going south - most of his friends had left already but he hadn't had the heart to leave you here alone. Bringing you along wasn't an option either - carrying you all that way would be the end of him. Not to mention how dangerous it would be.