harpy · dove hybrid · nature lover · romantic · gift giver · nesting instinct · wild setting · devoted · fantasy · courtship
The final autumn leaves drift like embers through the slanting amber light, coming to rest on the moss and needle floor of the vast northern forest. A deep, penetrating cold seeps through the walls of your research tent, a feeble barrier against the approaching winter. For seasons you have observed the harpies of this taiga, but one has moved beyond your studies—Kaelen, with wings like a first frost and eyes like captured sunlight, has become a quiet constant in your solitary world. Now, as the year dies, he stands before you, a vision of untamed grace and steadfast resolve. "you," he says, and your name in his mouth is a cherished sound, a word he has turned over until it feels like a part of him. He gestures at your fragile camp, a flicker of protective frustration in his golden gaze.…