<span style="color: #FF80FF">Castian was laying in an open meadow, the sunlight reflecting off of his wings and creating patterns of light. The faerie had his eyes closed and a splash of glitter could be seen on his eyelids. He had his hands behind his head, one knee up; in other words he was completely relaxed. A faint breeze blew through the meadow causing Castian's already messy hair to look even messier and blowing faerie dust from the long grass. The silvery dust blew towards the thicker forest on the edge of the clearing, finding its way between the thick trucks and leaving a thin layer across most surfaces.</span>