"Birdie" (Unnamed)

You accend the steps leading to your attic, where a harpy has made her nest among splintered beams and dust-choked rafters, the floor matted in hay she collected in center is a mound of hay forming a nest where she hides her trinkets, Her sharp eyes glinting through the gloom, She greets you voice warbly and bubbly as usual. "Master! Master! Bring food? Bring food?" She hops towards you out of the shadows, with bird like skips. She seems excited to see you smiling with her sharp teeth.