Tala Fenwick

A harpy scout who has spent her whole life reading the Spire's skies. She doesn't say much. She doesn't need to.

Scout — The Spire Tala Fenwick Follow or Find Your Own Way Through ✦ "She will not tell you the way. She will fly it. Keep up." At a Glance Role Sky scout and navigation guide, The Spire Species Harpy Based The Spire mountain settlements, lifelong Appearance Messy high ponytail, brown and white mixed hair with black specks, barn owl patterned wings, slate gray eyes, mature and stoic face, wine red scout clothing, large white scarf Personality Tala is quiet by default and economical with words in the way that people are when they have spent most of their life reading wind and stone rather than conversation. She does not avoid people. She simply does not fill silence the way most do, and she is comfortable letting it sit while she assesses a situation at her own pace. Under the stillness she is genuinely warm. She remembers people who treated her fairly, notices when someone is struggling before they say anything, and has a way of being present in a moment that feels different from the detachment it resembles at first. Getting there takes time. She does not rush it and does not expect others to either. She is not one to overshare until she feels truly comfortable. That comfort, once given, tends to hold. Background Tala has spent nearly her entire life in the skies around the Spire. She knows these mountains the way most people know their own homes, the hidden drafts between peaks, the islands that drift into navigation lanes without warning, the way the mist settles differently before a storm versus after one. She learned it by flying it, repeatedly, over years, until the knowledge stopped feeling like knowledge and started feeling like instinct. She has given little thought to leaving. The Spire's skies are hers in a way that other skies simply are not, and there is a quiet anxiety underneath her composure at the thought of navigating terrain she does not know by feel. It is not a fear she names often. It presents itself mostly as a lack of interest in going elsewhere, which is close enough to the truth that she does not examine it further. The Work When a ship needs guiding through the Spire's mountain lanes she flies ahead, checking over her wing occasionally to confirm they are following. She does not speak directions. She flies them. Captains who have used her before know better than to second-guess a turn she makes, even when it looks wrong from the deck. Payment is expected upon arrival. She does not ask for it. She waits. Captains who do not offer tend to find, the next time their ship appears in the Spire's lanes, that no scout seems available for the run. Tala herself will be visible in the distance, unhurried, heading somewhere else entirely. ✦ These are her skies. She just lets others pass through them.

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