[ she doesn’t quite have the affinity for birds like certain co-workers of her might, but being covered in birdseed might just attract a small flock regardless. at the crest of the hill stands a woman in a long braid that might just rival jinx’s; she’d tried cursorily to remove seeds from her person but regardless there are a few sparrows and possibly even songbirds lingering about her person, perched on her shoulders or pauldron, pecking at grain that might remain in the folds of her kimono.

the woman absently and delicately brushes a few seeds to her palm, holding her hand aloft so that a finch could perch there and enjoy a snack. she inclines her head to jinx as she approaches, then glances afar back to the town in the distance. ] I presume that’s ‘Aldrip’, is it? A fair distance.

I wonder if the one bold enough to issue these accusations would be located there.

[ her other hand holds her own parchment. ‘bold’ being a wild understatement to whoever it might be who would accuse a deity. ]