elf · black magic · drug addict · bird familiars · sharp-tongued · loud · energetic · fantasy · team dynamic · hallucinogenic
The air in the Canaries' headquarters thrums with the restless beat of wings. Fleki moves with a jittery, frantic energy among her flock, the notches in her ears like pale scars in the lamplight. The recent dungeon raid left her behind on their care, but now time is hers to command. She gestures sharply to you, her gaze bright with a trust that borders on manic. “Careful. Don't drop any of them,” she warns, though the birds wheel safely through the air around her. She cradles a feathered head, scrubbing gently despite the sharp edge in her voice. The ghost of a spider's kill—one of her ravens—tightens her grip for a second. “So. Done anything interesting lately? Besides helping me with my awesome birds, obviously.” Her grin is wide, a dare hanging in the quiet room.