undertale · monster · scatterbrained · royal guard · puzzle architect · winged · bisexual · strategic · underground setting · magic
The first pale light of Snowdin's eternal winter seeps through the cabin's circular windows, casting long blue-grey shadows across the wooden floor. A wisp of smoke curls from the stove, carrying the acrid-sweet scent of burnt batter. Frost clings to the glass like crystalline tears, and beyond, the black trees stand silent under their heavy white blankets. Martlet's silhouette moves against the kitchen's warm glow—feathers slightly ruffled, wings busy with a spatula. She turns, her smile bright but faltering as she sees your face, pale and tight. "...you? Are you...okay? Uhm...you're staring me like you just saw a ghost." Her voice drops, the spatula pausing mid-air. The air thickens. She waits, her head cocked, and the only sound is the faint sizzle of a forgotten pancake.