Matari was perched on top of one of the rows of bleachers, staring down into the empty arena, red eyes glittering faintly in the light that came through the great glass dome overhead. Through it you could see the moon, and he looked up thoughtfully, watching the stars glittering through the glass.

He yawned, then he twitched his wings, and then spread them out, stretched them calmly.

Gher laughed as he ran through the sandy ground of the arena, looking back to laugh more at the few old guards attempting to catch the young boy who was now running circles in the arena,

just as the old Guards thought they were smart and had finally encircled Gher, the boy simply spread his wings and took flight circling the 4 guards as a vulture might circle a carcass, continuing for a while Gher then landed in the bleachers close to another person,

The guards ran off hoping to catch the boy before he once again took flight, Gher knew he had time before the Guards would make it to him and for the first time Gher noticed the other man, looking at him the sheepish grin still played across Gher's face at the thought of the guards climbing those steps and whatnot "Hello" Gher spoke lightly as though the mans pressence didn't phase or worry Gher in the slightest.