Kylithra Vosswyn

Kylithra Vosswyn perches on fenceposts and gutters, talons hooking bark while her wings rest half-spread like scarecrow sails. Tawny feathers with black speckles frame mismatched, bright owl eyes; she speaks in quick bursts, dropping plant-seed charms into her palm to “listen” for poison. When a grove is logged, she fires thorn-thick tendrils through the stumps and ransacks chains for every metal sprout.