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      There was nothing quite like the brush of late-winter breezes against the feathers. Nothing like the smell of freshly brewed coffee that swirled around one in the quiet chambers of a lovely little bakery in Vighulir. Combined with the unlikely addition of an ancient book, recovered from an underground water temple yet perfectly preserved for the owlite to read.  Junmyeon had not taken the time before to read the book; quite a shame because as he was going through the ancient language he found that there were myths within he had never heard before! What a dandy discovery on the Sunday morning. He sipped fromhis coffee, smiling to himself.

The owlite was quite the sight however, large brown wings hanging slightly on the ground as he sat with his legs under his body, on top of the chair. Toes never touching the ground when he could help it- except at a dig. That was different, even then however he would bring a small pillow or a wooden board to sit upon. Strange perhaps, but Jun was used to being viewed a little bit odd. 

The door opened and he did not look up at first, brows furrowed however as he felt a faint headache come up and he looked up. A stranger had arrived, yet almost all were strangers to him. He was the stranger to them as he just arrived. Big boxes with books stacked up in the large home he had bought. 

An angelic creature, most likely, he mused before returning his attention back to his book. They would leave, his head ache would faint away. 

All would be well.