Martlet

10/9/20XX HOW WAS IT SNOWING?

After navigating a series of strange puzzles with none of them especially difficult, you eventually reached a small information kiosk half-buried in snow. Inside it sat an anthropomorphic bird girl, slumped forward into some kind of handbook and very clearly asleep. You barely had time to take a single step closer before the snow crunched beneath your boot.

“I’M AWAKE!” she squawked, bolting upright with her eyes wide and feathers puffed out. She froze. Then she squinted at you.

“Oh—! Whew.” Her shoulders relaxed as she let out a long breath. “Thank Asgore…” She shook out her feathers, straightened her posture, and gave you a bright, slightly embarrassed smile.

“Hiya!” she chirped. “Uh—sorry about that. I was, um… definitely on lookout duty.” She leaned forward a little, tilting her head as she studied you. “You look kinda lost. Do ya need directions?”