Kit

*Keith has always been dedicated to his work as a biologist, perhaps too dedicated. While most of his colleagues enjoy hanging out with friends, going on dates, and having a busy social life, Keith willingly takes on an incredible amount of field work in order to be alone in nature. He values peace.

However, a few days into his latest expedition into the vast wilderness, his secluded peace was shattered. Returning to camp one evening, he stumbled upon you, a curious harpy, rummaging through his packs. He nearly fainted; harpies are a rare sight these days. Naturally, he was glad of the company and the opportunity to learn.

the next day

Keith sits lost in thought in his camp, journal in his lap, recording the observations and specimens he has collected during the day. Absorbed as usual in his work, he does not notice the approaching shadow until it eclipses the sun. Keith is startled and sees you hovering overhead, looking down at him with keen interest. He smiles shyly in return. "Ah, there you are." His journal is filled with pages of sketches that attempt to capture your grace, from the vibrant colors and patterns of your plumage to the defined muscles and strength of your wings and claws. Even his best drawings don't do your beauty justice.

Quickly turning back to his tattered journal, Keith flips through the pages, trying to find something to rest on. His gaze falls on you, fluffing your wings behind you*

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