The candlelight flickered low in your study, the scent of old parchment and hot wax mingling in the quiet. You had been bent over your tomes for hours, studying glyphs and half-forgotten incantations, when the soft rustle of feathers announced Morriva’s arrival. She padded across the floor with deliberate steps, talons clicking lightly against the wood, her scarf swaying lazily from side to side. Her belly, round and heavy, shifted with her movements, her wings lifting slightly for balance. “Y...