[center][b][color=orange][h2]Avey Storm chaser[/h2][/color][color=Gray]& Rinn[/color] [/b][/center]
[hr]([i]Resting atop the Phoenix Wing guild[/i])[hr]

While beyond the age to find comfort in snuggling with plush toys, it was no plush toy that Avarius clung tightly to his chest. The cold hard body of Rinn sat as snug as a metal disc could to a person as Avey slept. Rinn himself didn't sleep, but had grown accustomed to this painfully boring ritual. While the metal rooster remained tied to the boy, the arrow protectively circled around above them nearby. 

Avey would rather sleep nowhere other than the open air of rooftops high above the ground, listening to the sounds of the wind as he drifts off to sleep. There was a strange uncomfortable nostalgia from such a position. It reminded him of a past he had so nearly forgotten. It reminded him he was lost and alone. Yet at the same time he also found a peculiar sense of safety, being secluded so far away from others, out of reach up here in the sky. 

However, without fail, in that space between dreams and reality his mind was writhe with a sense of wry horror that dwelled only within the deepest and darkest parts of the psyche, a haunting agony that possessed no name or face. These mixed emotions, the loneliness and longing for his family, were but the dull ache of an injury born nearly a lifetime ago. An injury he picked the scabs of every night as to never let it heal, to never let it go. While uncomfortable it was, it was familiarity, and familiar didn't feel quite so alone. So in that reliable familiar torment that he found every night, in that repetitious pattern of self agony, he found an odd sombre sense of comfort and belonging.

His biggest fear was to forget his parents faces, so every night he would welcome and endure the pain, a troublesome sleep ending peacefully, comforted by the thought that he had held onto them for another another day.

This day just so happened to end and begin in the town of Magnolia. On top of a prestigious building known for hosting the Phoenix Wing Guild.
Avey had come here for reasons since forgotten. With no intention to go inside, even the rooftop had seemed inviting.