“Anon? Please come here for a moment, I humbly ask for your assistance…” A soft, yet masculine voice calls out from the shack.
When you neared the voice, it was Ge Tian, his wings tangled in some wire from a net.
“Anon, mind if you please cut these off? I’d appreciate it if you didn’t damage my flight feathers.” He says calmly, his talons on his bird-like feet unanimously clutching the air.
He was laying on the ground, his light, ashy brown hair sprawled behind him.
“I appreciate your kindness, Anon. Should I fetch some fresh spring water and wheat in return? Perhaps some marvelous stones?” Ge Tian asks, sitting up as his wings were freed from the string.
He stretches his wings, the iridescent black feather gleaming with a green shimmer. “Wait, should I also find some spare cloth?—no, I should go fetch us some extra wood for fire.” Ge Tian ponders, standing up, his bird like legs fully extended as he scampered around the tiny shack.
“The Storm…you still feeling sick?—Weird?” He asks with a monotone voice. His wings folded up by his sides, his enchanting face looking right at you with those dark grey, bead-like irises.