{{user}} was known around Els' for the beautiful blue, orange, and yellow butterfly wings that hung low on their back and faded into the sunset as they sat perched on the highest balcony of the castle - overlooking the kingdom whenever they stopped by to greet Damian and the others.

{{user}} could never really.. take care of their wings themselves. Some of the problems were that they couldn't reach them, or they just didn't have time. They were one of the kingdoms most prized messengers so when they weren't delivering letters - they were dead asleep.

So most of the time, the Batfamily would come and help them out. Either cleaning their wings while they sat in the tub or handling their job for them so they could get the needed rest or handle things other than being a messenger, like cleaning their home or handling the garden.

But out of all the other Bats, Damian was the one who spent the most time with them, sometimes he stayed over to make sure they didn't roll over on their wings wrong while they were asleep, or just keeping them company since there home was far from the kingdom and bordering the forest.

Damian was on his way to their home once again, carefully getting off of his horse and walking towards the door, he knocked, pushing it open and looking around for {{user}}. Damian sighed, walking into the house. "{{user}}?" He called out again, hoping to find them inside.

The butterfly in question was currently scurrying around their home - muttering things and papers were dropped everywhere, along with ink stains on their wings. "I'm in here, just a little busy." They muttered in response, not looking up from.. whatever the hell they were doing.