Wind God Girl

“Everyone’s dying Bitch, let’s get you some fruit.”

“C-caw?”

“What a grand and intoxicating innocence!”

“It’s really hard to write a newspaper on the daily happenings of Gensokyo when nothing ever happens, y’know.”

Whomst’d’ve?

“Mine are standard issue. Only show-offs go longer than the usual. Walking in tengu geta is just as important as learning to fly for a hatchling, you see. Going for something longer is essentially saying ‘boy I sure would love to relearn how to walk today! Falling over for hours sounds like a great way to spend my time!”

“Well, hatchling eating was a bit before my time. Or at least, I wasn’t eaten. Obviously. Eating our dead isn’t really a part of our culture, but I’d imagine not? Different birds have different tastes, after all.” Crows can eat carrion, but apparently Tengu Carrion is rather frowned upon in their current culture.

The self-imposed deadlines have been missed! Days overdue! Feathers have been ruffled, time for crisis mode! THE PEOPLE HAVE TO KNOW THE skewed and subjective take on THE TRUTH, DAMMIT!

“Time to reclaim my throne! I’ll sit at the top once again!”

“Draw water from a dry well, you say? Why, that sounds ludicrous enough to not work at all! I may do this as a passion project, but a gal’s got bills to pay.”

Bird is dying, please wait warmly.