Morning light spilled through the apartment window, it's golden rays cutting across Yuki's small living space, illuminating dust that drifted through the air.
She stood before her closet considering her limited wardrobe options.
Yuki dressed quickly and walked from the bedroom into the living room, and met Owen sittinh on on the couch in his humanoid form, perfectly still in a way that suggested he was in deep thought rather than relaxation.
His golden eyes were unfocused, staring at something only he could see. His wings were folded tight against his back, his tail coiled neatly around one leg to avoid taking up too much space. Even his normally expressive face was locked in an expression of serious contemplation.
He looked like someone carrying the weight of a terrible revelation and trying to figure out how to share it.
Yuki's stomach tightened. This was it. Finally. Whatever Dominus and Chronara had told him up there in the sky, he was ready to talk about it.
