A Fair Breeze

Rav and Ezra stepped into the highest chamber of the pagoda, a place Rav affectionately called Bree's Roost. It was a small room, almost like a shrine, with no walls - only the four cedar pillars that held up the top of the roof. 

Bree's wings folded slowly, feathers glinting like polished sapphire. Her eyes were the color of stormlight. She did not smile.

"My, my," she squawked, her voice musical and chirpy. "Here already?"

"You know I just can't wait to see you, Bree," Rav said with a blush.

Bree strolled to the far side of the room and inspected herself in the mirror, running her feathers through her long, braided hair. Around her neck was a pendant - a jewel of glimmering blue like the sea. The same color as Rav's eyes.

She was a Ferin, like Rav - but built quite differently. She had no arms, only wings, and appeared more bird than human, at least as far as her facial features went.