Haneul came to accept their fighting lifestyle, although she seemed to be quietly pondering a lot of things over the days that followed. And with the nice weather, along with the promise that she wouldn't go running off on her own, she enjoyed spending much of her time outside, relaxing on the rooftop balcony beside Infinite's home.

     A little pigeon had landed on the edge of the railing, poking out its head with each step that it took closer to Haneul's outstretched hand. It had a silvery-blue mixture of feathers with a patch of royal greens and purples on its neck and dark stripes across the tips of its wings. Haneul was the soft grey contour feathers on its back with an amused giggle when Sungjong came outside to join her.

     "Yah, stop that," Sungjong shooed the pigeon away, "You shouldn't do that. Pigeons are dirty, they can carry diseases."

     "But they're so cute," Haneul pouted as she watched the bird fly away, thinking about how funny the word 'pigeon' sounded.

     "Maybe, but some things are better to watch from afar. Animals seem to like you, though," he observed, noticing a few little sparrows perched on some nearby telephone wires that seemed to be watching Haneul contently as they tweeted their avian hymns. One came and landed on Haneul's outstretched finger, and they both watched it in silence until it fluttered away once again. Sungjong looked at Haneul, watching her as she sat quietly. "Are you still upset about the fighting?" he suddenly asked.

     Haneul shook her head, "No, I'm alright."

     He smiled, "How about I teach you a bit about humans, like I promised? I'll show you something that a lot of people like to do. I think it would suit you well."

     She looked up at him, intrigued as he grabbed her hand, pulling her along with him excitedly. Near the door, Sungjong had a small pot waiting on the ground. Haneul watched him curiously as he ripped open a little bag of peat moss, adding the soil to the pot. Once he was satisfied that it was full enough, Sungjong handed her a small packet which she then opened, pouring its contents into her palm.

     "What are these?" she asked as she examined the tiny seeds in her hand.

     "If you bury those in the dirt, a plant will grow," he said with a grin, handing her the little pot.

     She carefully