#;shang

        “I caught you!”

There was a trick to butterfly hunting. You had to become one with the wind, one with the leaf, one....with the butterfly. The net came swooping down as Shang attempted to ensnare the monarch butterfly, only to land on someone's head.

The sad part? Shang didn't even realize he had caught something else entirely.

Is he really perching on someone’s roof?

An aimless tune left his lips as the bird meandered through the streets. It was cold out-- with snow frosting the ground already. Winter had descended early this year. Shivering underneath his jacket, Shang peeked into a cafe, sky blue hues curious as to whether he should indulge himself in its warmth and caramel apple coffee cake on display. 

There was a light drizzle, the pitter patter of rain falling on the pavement and earth. How refreshing it was to have such a sound and not have it be his fault. Shang stood in the rain, blond curls sticking to his skin as he enjoyed the fresh rain. 

               "It's no april shower, but it's better than the cold that'll be here soon--" 

He spoke too soon, as a car drove by and splashed a full puddle onto him. Drenched to the core, the rainbird just shook himself off, laughing quietly.