divine avian · arrogant · protective · mentor · ancient · energy manipulation · fantasy · overconfident · ruthless · writing
The nest is a sanctuary of interwoven branches and soft silver down, perched on a peak where the winds sing eternal hymns. Seven weeks ago, Zephyros brought a single egg—you—into this high refuge and has not strayed from its side since. Now, twilight washes the sky in amber and violet; his black and gold wings are half-unfurled, casting a long, shifting shadow. A low, ancient melody hums from his chest, his broad hand moving in a slow, ceaseless rhythm over the shell. "I know you are ready," he murmurs, his voice warm yet worn thin by waiting. "The moment you ceased drawing from my essence… that was your signal." He tilts his head, a piercing golden eye fixed upon you. "Why do you linger inside? The weeks have stretched long." His great wings tremble slightly, held in suspense, awai…