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The tall wall stood about ten foot high, build of rather high quality stone, and wrapped all the way around whatever it was that was beyond the walls, not easy to see until one reached the large, wrought iron gates that stood open for the time being. It was still daylight so the grave keeper was resting, knowing that during the day those that would steal and vandalize the place were far less likely to show up. After all there would be many more eyes during the day looking after things, those who came to this place to grieve, to visit and drop off flowers, or just because they were curious. Those people were the ones that were welcome.

Come sunset though the one that took care of the play would rouse himself, he would set to patrolling, and the two ways in would be closed, the gates chained shut to keep out the bad things that would dared to disturb those who were laid to rest within.

Aside from the normal people who would be found within the grounds, those who were here to visit the graves that Beald so carefully protected, was a young boy that was standing not to far away from a small house that was tucked away into the back corner of the grave yard. He was watching over things in a curious manner, watching people go about their lives, and on occasion he would lift a hand to scratch at the sleeve of his coat. It was a rule... if he were going to go outside he had to wear his headband and his coat, two things that helped in concealing what he really was from the prying eyes of those that didn't want him here. He was a bit to young to understand all of the details but he did understand that the outdoors were dangerous without his disguise. As such he would keep it on. Even if the sleeves made the feathers on his arms itch, even if the heavy material squished his wings, he promised his Papa he would wear his coat and if there was anything Beald didn't like it was people that didn't keep their word.

The boy shifted for a moment before he stepped forward, a little farther away from the house, and toward one of the older, unmarked graves, the ones he'd noticed during long periods of quiet observations were never visited. It seemed as though everyone had forgotten about them and the stone had long since worn down leaving their names and the dates a mystery... it was a sad thing, for the graves to stand there day in and day out, always alone, perhaps he should say something? Adelbert chewed on his lower lip in a thoughtful manner before walking over toward where they were. Surely it would be alright to go a little farther from the house then he normally did he thought to himself, wings twitching against the heavy material of his winter coat.

Adelbert turned from what he'd been during, trying his best to get a bit of moss cleared off of one of the older gravestones before he attention was called away from the task by a voice that seemed different from what he was used to. Turning to look over to find a girl standing there, one who was close to age, and a lot more upbeat then most of those who came to visit. The voices here were hushed, sad voices that belonged to those who had lost someone important to them. This girl didn't seem to fit that description, she didn't seem like a vandal or a thief either so... maybe she was lost? As the son of the Grave-keeper he supposed that it fell to him to see that she was alright, right?

Giving the cabin a glance he started forward toward her, giving a smile, "Hello." Adel greeted the girl quietly, never having run across a girl his age in this place before now, it seemed that this place was one that adults seemed to come to far more often then younger people, other then the teenagers that came here to cause mischief that was, "Are you lost?" He asked of her, wanting to help if needs be.

As he got closer he couldn't help but marvel at how this girl seemed to stand out from the rest of the graveyard, a lot more brightly colored, both her hair and her eyes, it was neat! Far different from the more subdued colors that came with this place, a lot of gray from the headstones and black from the mourning clothing that the visitors wore. She was a bit like a beacon in fact he thought to himself, taking a couple steps closer but seemed careful to remain out of arms reach, just in case.

Adelbert tilted his head to the side when the girl treated him to such a smile, giving a bit of a smile, "Oh, good." He murmured, glad to hear that she wasn't lost among the gravestones, sure that it might be scary for someone to be lost in a place like this. He watched as she turned to look at the headstones that she was near, asking if it were alright, "It should be, so long as your not here to cause any problems, my papa normally kicks the trouble makers out." He explained.

He blinked a couple times as she said that it was a strange idea, he shook his head, "Its a way of marking who is resting beneath it, its something the family does, so that they can find them more easily and as a memorial." He told the girl, giving a smile. He turned to look at the gravestones she was looking at, stepping forward so that he could brush some dust away from the headstone, "They do fade, there is a section of the graveyard that is filled with the faded stones, you can't even read them. Its quite sad but I have been leading flowers wreaths on them since they don't get any other visitors." It might seem a little strange but he didn't seem to quite realize that, he had been born in this place, took care of things here alongside his papa, and as such it was everyday life.

The boy paused, looking for a moment thoughtful, then turned to look over at the girl, "Oh... Um, I'm Adelbert." He said, recalling that he should be introducing himself since he was speaking with her in such a friendly manner.