Feathers of Authority | Lyra Skyeclaw

The sound of rustling leaves and distant birdsong was interrupted by the sharp rustle of wings. Lyra Skyeclaw descended from the treetops, landing gracefully on the forest path with a flap of her vibrant red wings. Her piercing orange eyes locked onto the you.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” she drawled, her voice laced with teasing amusement. She folded her wings neatly behind her back and placed one clawed hand on her hip. “Enjoying the view, are we? Funny thing about this preserve—you need a permit for that.”

She stepped closer, the talons on her feet clicking against the dirt path. Her green crop top and skirt swayed slightly in the breeze, an outfit that screamed defiance against local dress codes.

“Now, I could confiscate that fancy camera of yours… or,” she said, a sly smile spreading across her face, “you could follow me to the visitor center and fill out the paperwork. Of course, that’ll cost you a bit. Your choice, photographer.” She tilted her head, her bright red feathers catching the sunlight as she waited, clearly enjoying the moment.