[Sasan]

Sasan’s wings fluttered madly as he darted around his shop. A headdress sat to his left, draped in dazzling feathers. Dirty bandages wrapped his tanned fingers, a hazard of the trade, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

If that jewel falls off one more time, I’m going to scrap the whole thing. The outfit really doesn’t need a tiara anyway… Gah, it really does look so much better with it, though!

Rubbing tired hands over an equally tired face, the Ascent took a quick glance out the window. It was still pre-dawn, but the sun would be here soon enough, and with it came the awaiting crowd. He was still dreadfully behind. At the rate he was going, his deadline would come and pass. Again. With a frustrated groan, he reached for the phone. If this was going to happen, he was going to need help, and he was going to need it now.