After a job in magnolia, Triatath often found himself perched upon this relic of a building. The cathedral was the tallest structure in the entire city of magnolia town, this was where Triatath could get views of his surroundings without prolonged flight or unsightly views of the desert which plagued him back at the guild. Triatath sat upon a smoothed gargoyle which had been undamaged since the cathedral's construction. The stone had been mostly warn away on it's back revealing a softer and more delicate layer, it looked like a small bird in a great deal of pain, most likely this had some religious connotation but Triatath was not concerning himself with such things at that time. Triatath simply wanted to gaze out at the sunrise which loomed on him through the milky white clouds, turning them pink.
Triatath usually was not bothered up here, most people who would bother him would be mages so many of them dared not to go near such a fragile structure. Triatath slowly took off his prosthetic legs, He placed them on a level stone slab to his left side. The limp legs clattered down, chipping the stone slightly. Triatath watched the doves spiral out of the holes which riddled the church. All he could hear was wings flapping, and wind.
Triatath usually was not bothered up here, most people who would bother him would be mages so many of them dared not to go near such a fragile structure. Triatath slowly took off his prosthetic legs, He placed them on a level stone slab to his left side. The limp legs clattered down, chipping the stone slightly. Triatath watched the doves spiral out of the holes which riddled the church. All he could hear was wings flapping, and wind.