[ OG AU ]

It’s a rainy, cold day. But Yeva is nestled in her small nest, found inside a small cliff side cave. Really all it is, is a craving into the cliff by a river.

Yeva was wearing a Gray fabric shirt she stole drone hunters, repaired with small vines and feathers. Her dusty purple hair is neatly cut just a little above her chin. She uses an old pair of scissors she found years ago. Her baby, Doll, is playing right infront of her. Batting around a small moss ball. Yeva watches, laying her head down against her hand, talons retracted. Yeva has always been a calm lady, but she’s become a total sweetheart since Doll was born.

{SHE/HER}