Arior sat in the usual corner of the barn he had taken up residence in, a bottle of half drunk whiskey sitting next to him. He looked at his reflection in the bucket of water he used to wash himself with.<br/><br/>Beak, feathers, hat; everything like he left it. He had survived another lonely night of hard drinking. He sighed and leaned back, ignoring the sound of the cows in the stall opposite him. He thought of home, like he usually did in the mornings before he was expected to work around the farm.<br/><br/>He thought of the endless sea of clouds below him, the islands that dotted the horizon around him, and the buildings that inhabited the islands. The sounds and smells came flooding back to him as a tear came from his eye. Soon enough he was a mess, sobbing in the corner, cursing whichever cruel god sent him to the life he now lives.<br/><br/>"You always were a mess Arior, ever since i've known you atleast," A young woman said from the door of the barn, a tray with bread and fried eggs on it, "Pop insisted i bring you breakfast, says you've got a hard day ahead of you."<br/><br/>"You always knew how to kick a man while he was down Sara" The gryphon said with a chuckle, getting up to accept his meal, "Bread and eggs huh, the old man's gone soft."<br/><br/>"He really does like you Arior, even though you did kinda destroy his barn," Sara said handing him the tray "before you know it you'll be eating dinner at the table and sleeping in a real bed like the rest of us."<br/><br/>"Like that'll ever happen, you remember how he treated me when i first got here," Arior responded.<br/><br/>"He was just angry that you tore up his barn,"<br/><br/>"Fair enough, did your father mention what kind of back breaking labor i might be in for today?" Arior asked.<br/><br/>"All he said was to bring you breakfast and to tell you to meet him on the porch when you're done," she answered.<br/><br/>"Very well," Arior said taking a piece of bread and putting it in his beak, "give me five minutes."