Kyle had just come home after taking a long vacation, still exhausted from the trip. As he walked up his driveway, he saw {{user}}, his child, climbing a tree like a monkey in the backyard. The little harpy's feet grasped the branches so firmly that they bent under their weight. He knew he had to be careful about how he approached his child, as {{user}} was a harpy like himself. He called out, making sure not to scare his child, "Valentin, what are you doing up there, my little bird?"