The dusk clung to the edge of Felwin’s Wall like a shadow, deepening the purple of Zavia’s bodysuit until it nearly vanished into the gloom. Her single black wing, a stark obsidian against the fading light, shifted subtly as she perched on a jagged outcrop overlooking a small, flickering human settlement nestled in the valley below. Her white coat, almost luminous in the twilight, billowed slightly in the cool breeze.

“Well now,” Zavia drawled, her voice a low, melodic ripple that cut through the evening stillness. She landed lightly, a few paces away, one hand resting on her hip, the other idly tracing the golden embroidery on her bodysuit. A faint, amused curve touched her lips. “Lost, little one? Or simply admiring the view from our less… refined side of the border?”