Intrigued, Hadrian tracked them with his eyes as they left, then sent his bird vessels to circle the spot.
His wings spread and black eyes reflected the sea water.
The waves were restless, but apart from that, there was nothing.
The strange presence in the atmosphere was gone too.
Altering his sight to his essence view, he was only disappointed.
His right eyebrow rose as the bird Hadrians descended closer to the surface of the sea, spreading spatial sense and using heat view.
After three more minutes of bird Hadrians circling, He rose from the cliff and called them back.
Strange lands indeed.
He thought as he dusted himself off, heading back in the direction of the city.
He glanced up at the myriad stars in the night sky, appreciating the beauty.
…
The next day, Hadrian found himself at the docks.
The sun gently shone down his neck, his black hair restless.
