Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20171229194233

Asja shuts the doors behind her, closing them all into the room. Wordlessly, she leaves to an adjacent doorway.

Adelaide looks over to the Harpy and gives a little gesture. "Oh, she's one of my messengers, darling.  A page of Wardenleigh.  Her species is the fastest of any Harpy on the planet, indeed, one of the fastest Mamono ever recorded.  Swift Harpies, they are called, and with good reason."

The Harpy's sharp black and white plumage stands out, even soaking wet. Baku can see she wears a simple sleeveless tunic of sorts, made in the distinctive pattern and color of Wardenleigh's crest.

"They are all granted sigils that ward off the rain and keep them warm during inclement weather.   Because, as you are no doubt aware, no creature may fly when the storms darken.  The water is simply too much for their precious feathers.  But Swifts are dauntless, and need only the right tools for the job.  Alas, poor Paisley's sigil failed her, the poor dear.  Being the brave one she is, she completed her journey to the castle, and I thought it the least I could do to allow her a little rest and some honey porridge."

Paisley doesn't even stir at the mention of her name. And indeed, there is an empty bowl on the ground beside her. She does, however, seem to dream of the mentioned porridge, because she smacks her lips a few times in her sleep.