The feel of the air on his open wings, it was calming the storm threatening to spill over from inside. Remaining composed on the outside was one thing, though he could not fool himself. A frown etched itself upon his lips, his eyes scanning the ground below. Even from so far up, he could make out every detail that passed by beneath him. An advantage of having vision that surpassed even the best aviary being.

This was doing nothing, a waste of time. He should head back, before he ended up upsetting everyone even more than they already were. The last thing he needed, was them believing he had vanished as well. Turning in one fluid movement, he headed back to the temple. Boots touched down on the ground, no sound coming from the landing, as his wings curled behind him and vanished into his back. He was not looking forward to stepping through the doors, coming to see the other's but he couldn't avoid it forever, especially now. As a result, he pushed forward and headed within the temple itself.

He could hear their voices, discussing beyond the doors to the throne room. A hand lifted, taloned fingers hesitating for a moment, before pushing it open. He took a step within, seeing three faces already inside. He knew each one of them well enough, he knew why they were there. Despite entering, he made no move to speak up right away.

They were in the middle of their own conversations, he did not care to interrupt them. Eyes turning on one of the windows, he already felt the pull to be back out there, stretching his wings and in the sky. Up there, he was truly free. No one could see him and few could reach him. Though for one born of the skies, he had so many ties to the ground below him. Ties that kept him bound to returning to it, returning here...

He let a soft sigh escape his lips, his mind shifting to the missing party out of all of them. Where was she? They needed to find her, and he knew he was better use out there. Here however was also where he should be. Those ties tearing him in many different directions at times. A light itch fluttered down the back of his shoulders and down his back. His wings itched to be released, but he kept them bound and hidden for now.