Lying back in the sun ray from the window, Rey found a comfortable spot to laze. [i]"Geez, with everything going on this place almost reminds me of the nest."[/i] Pulling out an old music player, one of the few new luxuries he was glad to have after his bout in prison, he plugged in and let the music take him away. The large blue wings spread to wrap themselves around him like a makeshift scaly blanket. Some song from a past Eurovision played in his ears as he drifted into a nap. The hard feeling of wood under his scales wasn't unknown to him but at least it felt better than the street.