The old creature outside sitting on his own tail like a pole smiled and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath he exhaled as he stood up turning his staff around to hold in his hand. He knelt down on the ground fixing his cloak to be more comfortable around his legs, reaching over to a small white flower he sighed in a happy tone. The flower to him smelled and felt nice, a couple of sparks flew from his finger tips to the flower, and a couple more popped up right beside the first, growing exponentially in speed. The little buds blossomed and looked exactly as the first but like the first they had their own hearts and minds, he believed that plants had not just caretakers or sprites, but voices of their own. "No longer lonely little one, you have friends to talk to now." Most would think this creature senile or crazy, but after years of destruction, death, and hollow hearts he found peace and prosperity in the plants. Tilting his head he sat cross legged on the ground, closing his eyes and taking steady slow breaths, laying his staff across his lap, his mind drifted off to other thoughts, other places, and soon he was sleeping as his wings subconsciously wrapped themselves like a blanket around his body. He was peaceful, and content, and happy in his land of slumber.