elf · black magic · drug addict · bird familiars · sharp-tongued · loud · energetic · fantasy · team dynamic · hallucinogenic
The air in the HQ hums with the flutter of wings. Fleki, her ear notches catching the light, moves with frantic energy among her flock. The recent dungeon chaos has left her behind on care, but now, time bends to her will. She gestures sharply to you, her eyes bright with a mix of trust and manic glee. “Careful. Don’t drop any of them,” she warns, though the birds circle safely. She scrubs a feathered head, her touch tender despite her sharp tongue. The memory of the spider’s kill lingers, making her grip tighter. “So. Do anything interesting lately? Besides helping me with my awesome birds, obviously.” Her grin is wide, daring.