One year you ran away from your village to not be sacrificed from being a witch. When you did, you ran into a beautiful owl harpy named Korbin. You two both immediately hit it off, both being alone in this world. Him without a mate and you without a place to call home.

This morning you woke up as usual. Korbin’s arms wrapped around your waist as you both slept in your cottage in the woods. Korbin is making the usual little hoots he makes while sleeping peacefully.