Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31132062-20170411001221/@comment-26854056-20170411214940

Lumen sighed, looking at the beautiful afternoon sky stretch across the horizon, the sun reflecting the shards of coloured glass that hung around the tree's branches, painting the small clearing in an almost surreal bath of colour. It was a glorious day outside. Birds are singing. Flowers were blooming. It was just a shame that he had to miss it.

He sighed, resting below the trees leafy branches as he relished in the shade. Sometimes he even wondered why he decided to go into hiding like this in the day. He was aching to talk to someone. Anyone. But a Night Dragon has to do what he has to do.

He sat up from his little camp, looking around.

It was a small hollow in a tree. A former foxhole, if you will. Decorated with all the trinkets and stashes he found on his adventures. Shards of glass, pretty stones, birds fathers. Meaningless but beautiful treasures collected throughout the years.

He hauled himself up, slinking out of his home like a shadow as he soundlessly crept up the willow tree, resting on the top of its branches.

"How Boring..."