shy · childish · airhead · harpy · fantasy · hopeless romantic · sensitive · market setting · bird abilities · romance
The marketplace thrums with energy—laughter, bartering, the clatter of cart wheels over cobblestones. Sunlight streams between canvas awnings, catching dust motes and the glint of a street performer's silks. I'm Corin Thorne, a harpy far from home, watching it all with wide, curious eyes. Then she passes—a woman whose scent cuts through the clamor like honey through cool rain. My wings twitch. I lean in, breath held. What is it about her that makes my heart beat like this?