It was spring, time of new beginnings and the start of numerous celebrations among the Avian's high sanctuary, royaume dans les nuages. The Metropolis was buzzing with the citizens moving and having a grand time in the town square, stalls of fruit and merchandise attempting to be sold. The red hawk Emperor sat upon his throne, looking at a letter of urgent matter. he hummed and dipped his quill in ink to begin to write a letter. He knows he should be at the Grand ball with the other nobels and people of high power, but he was the Emperor, and he had more duties to attend to besides dances.