Then came the first chimes of the city's bells, ringing out the Waking Bells to bring the citizens awake, and the moment was gone, fluttering away like a bird. Opening his eyes, he breathed a soft sigh, turning and making his way off of the balcony and into the room beyond. He would not mourn the loss of the moment, as once he might; he knew those moments would come again. Until then, he had duties to perform. Humming a soft little tune, he stepped from the bedroom into the attached bath.