Ishiah

Among the many things that Ishiah missed about the Ninth Circle, he always felt as though he hardly spent enough time around wildlife. In his bar, the birds had been teeming, plants placed strategically around the establishment to afford everyone privacy and to offer the birds their own safe haven. Some people had resisted the décor after his initial opening, but in time, as the years wore by, it all fell to silence, because if there was one thing that none of Manhattan could question, it was the fact that Ishiah maintained the safest bar to be found on the East Coast, if not the country altogether. Although he'd taken to working under Ianto far better than someone would expect of a peri who had held his level of title, it was lacking in that very specific respect, and so while on his self-maintained patrol, Ishiah always made sure to stop by the largest of trees, waiting for birds to approach as he scattered crumbs nearby.

Hearing someone coming down the path, Ishiah was careful to raise his head slowly, so as not to disturb the rather excitable animals. Upon seeing a young woman, he offered a small smile, even as the birds began to hop away from the stranger's direction, stepping closer to the base of the tree.

"Hello," he greeted with a slight nod, and it was a peaceful greeting, for all that his surroundings held the peri at ease.