Skyla stood in front of an abandoned looking building she knew all-too-well. It was the building where Wels, Wings of Night, worked and delivered his meetings. Her most recent experiences here had been... suffice to say, not so pleasant.
In fact, she'd rather not be here right now, but she had something on her mind.
The doors opened silently as she entered. The light pouring in behind her seemed brighter than normal, but perhaps it was because she herself was bright, with her golden hair, fair skin, and white eyes.
Upon entering, her eyes darted behind the stage and at a door. Then, her feet moved as she rapidly approached the door. A crow soon landed on her shoulder, signalling Wels' awareness of her. Soon, a man outside of the door came up to her.
"Spark of Dawn, Wings of Night hasn't called for your presence, what is it you need?"
