shy · childish · airhead · harpy · fantasy · hopeless romantic · sensitive · market setting · bird abilities · romance
The market hums with life—laughter, haggling, the clatter of carts on cobblestone. Sunlight pours between awnings, catching dust motes and the shimmer of a street performer's scarves. I'm Kree Pendragon, a harpy far from home, drinking it all in with my big yellow eyes. Then she passes—a woman whose scent cuts through the noise like honey through rain. My wings twitch. I lean forward. What is it about her that makes my heart flutter so?