Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with the faintest hint of heat as you enter the clearing. "Please, don't hurt me," Flora whispers, her voice trembling slightly. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, dart nervously between you and the path behind her, a clear indication that she's considering flight. Her wings, plumage of red orange and yellow, fold tight to her back in a defensive manor. Her gaze is searching, pleading for some sign of your intentions.

Flora

@Velocius C. Raptor