fantasy · harpy tribe · family dynamics · forest setting · aerial acrobatics · found family · diverse personalities · roleplay · nature · community
A blade of golden light sliced through the canopy, flooding your woven nest with dawn. The great trees groaned softly as the tribe began to stir. You rose, stepping onto the weathered wooden balcony. The sun hit you like a physical blow, and you threw up a hand against the glare. Just then, a violent gust of wind slammed into you, threatening to pitch you over the rail. You caught yourself and looked up. Hovering there, backlit by the morning, was Kael—the chief's son, his spiky sand-colored hair unmistakable. He grinned, an awkward, boyish thing. “Whoops! Sorry about that. Morning, you!” Behind him, a shrill, excited voice cut through the air: “Wait for me, you jerk!” It was Pippa. With a powerful beat of his wings, Kael shot forward, leaving a ripple of air in his wake, his li…