Welcome to Gaia! ::

Again he's found he's up before everyone else and that it is rather early. Even Pasura is out cold, curled up on an large pillow next to his pallet. Feeling restless, he wanders outside and makes his way down to Ai's gardens. There is dew on the grass and a chill in the air but the sun, where it makes it's way through the trees is warm and inviting.

There is a bench in the center of the garden that appears to be placed to receive the sun no matter the time of day. A rather odd arrangement seeiong as Ai is a c reature of the cold realms. Still it looks inviting and he finds the stonework nicely warmed.

The sun has lulled him back to a near sleep state when he hears it, a harp strummed high overhead, in a greeting to the new day.

To find Ai gently glidng down to land some distance before him. In his hands is a familiar rosewood harp.

"Morning!" he calls absorbing his wings. "Heavens that felt good."

"Nothing much really. It's just been so long since I was able to fly that high or that long. I was sort of grounded... remember?"

Ai snorts through his nose. "Yeah... right...." he laughs with a thin smile. "I wanted to thank you, old friend... for all ye have done fer me. I only pray that what I've done fer you will someday even things out.."

"Ye'd think I did something horrible... a tad bit foolish perhaps... but I don't think I condemned ye to any fate worse than death..." grumbles the bard testily. "Strike that.... ye've already experienced that haven't ye?" he sighs heavily and shakes his head. "I need some new sayings... my old ones are gettting rather... well.. old."

Ai raises his harp and pretends to brain him one, then tucks it safely away in it's airy pocket. "I need to get out more... but the girls are too innocent to turn loose on the world. I don't think they would come to harm, not with Bez watching over them, but think of all the trouble they could cause..." He shudders dramatically then laughs. "I should know... I sure caused my share along the way."

He sits down next to Kero and studies the garden. "Man, does this need work. Funny what twenty years of neglect can do to a place. At least they kept the paths clear and tried to keep the weeds down."