Mia 25, 81380 (night) Lonbak lay quietly on a small sandy part of the shore to the lake. It was far from the houseing districts, he could see the lights glowing softly from across the lake. Laying on his side, he hummed a tune softly, whispering the words. He played with a piece of grass, rolling it into a little ball between his fingers. A light breeze blew, causeing him to shiver slightly. Looking up at the sky he saw there was not a single cloud, just a big white moon and a billion other smaller ones. He rolled onto his back, wings flattened out. He sighed quietly, wishing something would happen.
