The Harbor

Eisen stepped out of the island's central station and looked around. The trees were growing far into the sky, and there dozens of buildings that were clearly the birdfolks' nests hanging from the branches. But that wasn't all; built onto the sides of these trees, seemingly more recently, were paths and bridges and other buildings and huts clearly intended for those that couldn't fly and had settled here due to the proximity to the port that had been developed recently.

The old man took a deep breath and transformed, spreading out his wings. To make navigating this area easier, he stayed at his basic size and flew around, taking a closer look at the newly developing town. There were numerous different kinds of birds flying around the island, and the forest's ceiling was covered in a thick layer of leaves that made it almost impossible to see the sky. Only through some specific spots were you able to see the blue heavens above.