Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20180509011221/@comment-28358106-20180512161653

The trees sway in the morning sun, throwing speckled shadows along the little path. It's a rare spring day, cool in the shade yet warm in the open, and the scent of honeysuckle and mountain flowers hangs heavy in the air. The huse does not look completely abandoned---the grass is short, and the trumpet vines have been prevented from overtaking the cottage stone. But aside from that, a heaviness looms, filling what should be the quiet bustle of a home. The clapboards of the shutters are closed, the front door, which might be left open on such a day, is shut.

The only sign that anyone has been here recently is a small, blue vase by the front door, with a few rose blossoms in it.

Then, some distance away, Nezon can see her.

Aegis is on one of her watch perches, a large stone outcropping that stands, sentinel-like, by the main road. It's at the junction of the road and the path to her home, and she can see that Aegis is facing the road's approach, towards anyone who might be coming. She doesn't look like she's particularly enjoying the vigil, as her shoulders are slightly hunched. An apple core and a sandwich crust on the ground below her show that she's recently had lunch.

Aegis sighs and uses the nub of her wing against her face. She sighs again, stretching a little, before settling and looking down the road once more.