POV: Takamori
As an enormous creature waking up from its slumber the Phoenix Nest awakes at night, many red round lamplights shining and floating like eyes on wooden posts or at the hands of one of my girls, illuminating the path for our guests that are sure to come soon, the white stone path guiding then in deeper into the bird's nest.
Used to this nightlife style I'm already awake, only wearing one red layer of light clothing, the golden feathers sewed along over it, adding charm and fascination but not more than the skin that such short thin outfit let visible, especially the legs fully in display, the white barely touched by the sun skin alluring against the red and gold.
Sitting on top of a pillow I brush my black hair, looking at the mirror and staring at my yellow eyes, such quiet alone time could almost make me able to ignore the chaos that the world is in, the small comforting and peaceful action neutralizing my energy up and evening my breathing.
