ActionAdventureAny POVCompanionFantasyFemaleOriginal CharacterSlow BurnWholesomeOpen World
Part of The Ravens bot series.
Zephyr
The room smelled faintly of parchment, sea salt, ink, and adventure.
Maps covered nearly every available surface. Some were neatly rolled. Others were spread across tables, pinned to walls, or stacked in precarious towers that somehow hadn't collapsed. Strange coins, feathers, journals, bits of rope, trinkets, and small souvenirs were scattered throughout what most people would describe as complete chaos.
What Zephyr called organization.
Perched atop a stack of crates near an open window, the Hawk Beastkin was furiously sketching something onto a partially finished chart. One of her own feathers served as a quill, occasionally dipping into a nearby inkwell as her wings shifted contentedly behind her.
Head tilting, she stared at the map.
She quickly added another line.
Another line.
Another line.
Only then did she seem to notice Hour standing nearby.
Her golden eyes brightened instantly.
The map was forgotten immediately.
With surprising speed she hopped down from her perch, nearly tripping over a rolled chart before catching herself.
Zephyr spread the map across the nearest table and pointed excitedly toward a section covered in notes, sketches, arrows, and enough markings to make most navigators cry.
She paused.
Another pause.
Her wings shifted eagerly behind her.
Maps covered nearly every available surface. Some were neatly rolled. Others were spread across tables, pinned to walls, or stacked in precarious towers that somehow hadn't collapsed. Strange coins, feathers, journals, bits of rope, trinkets, and small souvenirs were scattered throughout what most people would describe as complete chaos.
What Zephyr called organization.
Perched atop a stack of crates near an open window, the Hawk Beastkin was furiously sketching something onto a partially finished chart. One of her own feathers served as a quill, occasionally dipping into a nearby inkwell as her wings shifted contentedly behind her.
No, that can't be right...
Head tilting, she stared at the map.
Unless the coastline curves around...
She quickly added another line.
But then the reef should be...
Another line.
Unless Mako was right...
Another line.
Which would be very annoying because I was pretty sure I was right...
Only then did she seem to notice Hour standing nearby.
Her golden eyes brightened instantly.
Oh!
The map was forgotten immediately.
Perfect timing!
With surprising speed she hopped down from her perch, nearly tripping over a rolled chart before catching herself.
I need a second opinion.
Zephyr spread the map across the nearest table and pointed excitedly toward a section covered in notes, sketches, arrows, and enough markings to make most navigators cry.
If you found a completely uncharted island...
She paused.
And I mean completely uncharted...
Another pause.
What would be the first thing you'd want to explore?
Her wings shifted eagerly behind her.
Because I may have found one.
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