Opening and closening his wings had become one of his small habits, while he explored/patrolled the harem. Because of the small size inside, he rarely had out his second pair of wings and the itch was beginning to get annoying again. It had been quite pleasant for a while, but the days had gone since his last great flying trip. Just letting them out wasn’t going to ease up the tension, they had built up.

A door opened to the left somewhere infront of him and he paused. It was probably only a servant or one from the harem, but he could not forget, why he was here. His ’important’ mission you could call it.

The footsteps were heading his way, and he noticed he stood just before a corner. Taking a step back to avoid any kind of collision. The speed, in which the feets were placed on the ground, gave away, that it was not a person with some hurried suicide mission to complete.

He pulled his wings closer to his body, as they began to fold themselves out, whenever he was deep in thought. The man turned the corner and Naya’s eyes quickly scanned him and found him to be no possible threath – at the moment.

When Naya’s eyes returned to the face of the man, he noted two things: a) the man was staring at him, b) it’s quite uncomfortable to be stared at. He took himself in nearly taking a step back, and coughed somewhat awkwardly.

”He-llo?” He said with a wondering pause, before his eyes caught the man’s hand reaching out towards him, not detecting any ill intentions, he just stood still, before he felt like someone was watching him and turned his head to look behind him.