Small Bird

Sitting cross-legged upon a cactus, brown hair in a mess, intertwined with feathers of brilliant dark blue and green that fell upon the back, with hands that appeared a mix of blue and purple, like the skin of an asphyxiated corpse, nails dark but surprisingly in good shape.

Said hands were held right above the curious bird's eyes, scanning the horizon with intensity, emitting a melodious sound, bouncing right back at her, the nightbird stood up and stepped off the prickly growth.

The hummingbird, as she was called was the most trusted nightbird under Tilmiel's command, walking across the sand, leaving no traces of any steps, not solely due to her training, but also the simple fact that she weighted practically nothing, small in size like her titular volatile, Topi of her actual name, had been trusted with continuing for searches in the Western Cliffs, at the moment, most attention was on the Eastern Peaks, as they had an actual lead to follow.