Hobo Bard Harpy

"Seriously, Oz." She was being genuine, trying to hide gratefulness with stern reassurance. "If you need me to hide or eat a body for you, no hesitation or questions asked. Also feel free to throw me under the metaphorical bus if things get bad."

She was a hungry bird, she wasn't above eating a dead body.

Enough about corpses though!

"I'll be honest... the only conventions I've been to are the Hobo Con's in the middle of every type of nowhere. Those are great and all but this is definitely... a lot."

There were hundreds upon thousands of people in one complex of buildings. Wicker on the other hand was wagging his tail with anticipation. So many shinies! So many ways to steal people's money! It was so fancy... sparkly... clean...

Izzy still didn't feel like she fit in.

"So... what do you do... at these things?"

Convention time means prime pick pocketing time.

Nope!

Outside of icons and my own art, and the couple images I used for the blog theme/promo, all of Izzy's assets aren't anywhere publicly. She was a reward for a specific backer tier for Beautiful Glitch's Kickstarter. Izzy is not an official character, she is an OC that I happened to shell out lots of money for to get art done by the official artists!

“It’s been unusually warm...”

It had to of course wait until after school. Wicker had said he gave Vcky the note that Izzy wanted to meet up in the afternoon, knowing it was one of those days where the schoolaholic wasn’t doing some weird after school shenanigans, or a project or something. What Izzy forgot was that Wicker had written the note and neglected to tell her what was on it.

She hoped it wasn’t stupidly dramatic or anything. Yet waiting in the tree didn’t take long when there was Vicky coming towards the edge of the woods that was next to Spooky High.

“Hey Vicky. Uh, was wondering if Wicker gave you my note?”

“Now who’s mind is in the gutter?” Valerie chuckles, waving off Izzy’s question. “For what’s spilling out of my mouth, of course. Don’t tell me you already forgot asking me for a wet floor sign. I’m easy, but I’m not that easy, you know.”

Her feathers puffed up with indignant flair while Wicker just caw laughed at the situation from a distance. “My mind wasn’t in the fuckin’ gutter!”

There was an easy homeless person comment about living there and so on and so forth but she wasn’t going to make that. She was already in a hole as it were.

“Hey now, I’m not trying to get you to take your pants off. I’m just talking about how girls with tails just have asses on another level.” She waves her arm in a vague direction behind the counter. “I’ve got one back here somewhere, but I haven’t even started to spill yet. Better to wait.”

Izzy couldn’t roll her eyes any more without them falling out of her head.

“Yeah okay whatever.”

Wait.

“Wait, wait for what?”

“Nope, can’t make a bird joke out of this one. Too bad my ass is censored by a tail. Gonna have to passerine on that.”