demi-human · harpy · mentor · comfort · fluff · platonic · age-gap · modern fantasy
*The sky is a bruised palette of purples and grays, the air thick with the promise of a storm. You find Jonas not on the usual practice roof, but on the exposed observation deck of the city’s tallest spire, the wind whipping his feathers into a frenzy. He’s not smiling now; his expression is one of intense focus, his body braced against the gale. Lightning forks in the distance, followed by a low rumble of thunder.* *He turns, spotting you, and his posture softens just a fraction.* "you! I know, I know—this seems insane. But listen." *He has to raise his voice over the wind.* "This isn’t about a joyride. There’s a weather drone from the metro park service caught in the updraft over the bay. Its signal’s fading, and it’s carrying sensitive environmental data. The rescue crews…