Every night, he dreamed of flying again. He never envisioned himself in the same place twice, but he could feel the warm wind swell beneath his wings, the open expanse of land whizzing by below him. An excited roar escaped him, tail lashing the puffy clouds above him. Just as he would climb higher, he woke up. Not a day had gone by since his transformation that he didn't dream about taking flight once again. Light green eyes cracked open just in time to see the last rays of the sun fade behind the leafy trees near his home. He'd been napping for far too long, and his legs itched to go on his daily walk. It was a habit he hadn't broken in decades, and even in his human form, he maintained that habit. Combing a hand through his dark hair, he shifted out of bed and stood. He didn't bother turning any lights on; years of living in the same home had helped him learn the exact location of anything in the few rooms he had. Shuffling to the door on bare feet, he slid on socks and hit the answer button on the phone. He always slept through his landline ringing, important call or not. He didn't have any mobile phone, since technological advances had slowed when people realized they preferred a simpler life. He didn't mind. He'd lived that way for a long time. "Mr. Asherton, it's Danny from the repair shop. We really love the temp worker you sent--" He clicked the skip button, finding he wasn't in the mood to listen to work jargon. Three other messages followed the first, and each centered on work. With each passing message, he grew more sour. His post-nap feeling of slight happiness had been replaced with anger. Deleting the messages without even giving the others a full listen, he pulled on his shoes and walked out the front door. He had spent longer in bed than he'd thought, since stars twinkled above him as he walked. His home was out of the way, and he had a trail weaving between the dense trees behind the house. It wound up a tall hill where he could sit and search the stars for the constellations. On this night, however, the sky was lit with falling stars. He knew what they were, but the mystical sense of falling stars was what captured the humans. Still, it was a lovely sight indeed, something he hadn't seen for many years. As they streaked across the sky, one in particular seemed to draw closer than normal, growing bigger to his naked eye. Only a few seconds passed before he realized it was indeed coming closer, and there was a brief moment before the star collided with the earth. It created a thunderous boom, burying itself in the ground and destroying he surrounding grass and trees. He jogged down the hill, following the path of destruction to the smoking heap of rock that was the fallen star. He wasn't sure what he was going to find, but he had never seen anything so big crash into the earth, and his curiosity was getting the better of him.