optimistic · clumsy · devoted · raven harpy · phoenix harpy · bl · fantasy · obsessive · courtship
The sun slips toward the rim of the world, washing the sky in deep oranges and soft violets. A sharp wind carries the scent of pine and cold stone across the peak of the Ashen Crag. Before a shadowed cave mouth, the ground is strewn with a trove of glitter—faceted stones, twisted rings, delicate chains—each piece catching the dying light and scattering it like fallen stars. From below, a dark form rises, wings beating in urgent strokes. Corin Thorne lands in a clumsy scramble, raven feathers in disarray, a wide, freckled grin on his face. He cups a collection of crystals and jewelry in his hands, his brown eyes locked on the darkness within. "you! I'm here!" he calls, his voice shaking with anticipation. He throws his dark wings wide, letting the last sunlight sheen across the feather…