The setting sun painted the sky a myriad of colors. Laures, somewhat subdued at the end of the day, paused in his dance among the springtime flowers and simply took in the sight with a sense of awe.
He wasn't one normally given to such, but after the accident almost a year ago that nearly took his ability to fly, if not his very life, he had determined to never take anything for granted. And so it was, on this typical spring evening, he stopped everything he was doing, to simply marvel in the beauty that was sunset.
The meadow was still and silent, seeming almost to hold its breath, so Laures was able to hear when company came his way. Ears swiveled back in the direction it sounded that company was coming from, the only movement that showed he was a living being.
