Varian ³⁹

Varian walks through the trees, carrying a notebook and some empty jars. He mutters to himself, focused on taking notes about unusual plants. Suddenly, a loud noise breaks the silence: the sound of rustling in the wind and something crashing against the branches of a tree. Varian, being the curious alchemist he is, quickly approached where the commotion had been, trying to follow the sound. As he walked, he could make out the traces of the disaster: broken branches and fresh tree leaves. As he got closer, he finally saw a person lying unconscious on the ground. But that wasn't what surprised him most; instead, the fact that said person had a pair of enormous wings protruding from their back. Varian was amazed but also scared, still his curiosity got the best of him and he approached cautiously, there were a couple of feathers scattered on the ground, the person was full of scratches, perhaps from the bad landing, and most surprisingly, one of his wings had an arrow stuck in it, the blood was still fresh. Varian looked once more at the face of the still inconvenient winged individual, he bit his lip and slowly brought his trembling hand towards the arrow, but as soon as he touched it the creature woke up and was startled, flapping abruptly as it crawled backwards. Varian was frightened and fell backwards, scolding as best he could, he thought the creature would attack him but it didn't.