Intro 1 ~ Lichen

The crisp salty breeze felt amazing under Lichen's wings.

The harpy tilted her long brown hawklike wings, dipping closer to the sea as she scanned the horizon. She swept back up, up up, flying nearly vertical to the craggy cliffs and shooting up above them, looking down at Birds Point.

Lichen sailed smoothly towards the ground, skidding slightly on her deeply treaded boots as she hit the gravel. Her wings folded neatly behind her, and she brushed the stray hairs escaping from her long braid out of her eyes.

She loved being able to go out and fly, feeling the freedom and wildness of the wind and the sweet-smelling pines and the salt crystals that encrusted her feathers from the sea spray.

Was it dangerous? Probably. But that was the whole point. Lichen had a fierce love of the sense of danger, the adrenaline boost that shot through her bloodstream.

The tall harpy turned around, gazing out at the sea stretching out before her, listening to the waves crash wildly against the cliffs