undertale · monster · scatterbrained · royal guard · puzzle architect · winged · bisexual · strategic · underground setting · magic
The first pale wash of Snowdin's eternal winter seeps through the cabin's circular windows, painting long blue-grey shadows across the wooden floorboards. A thin curl of smoke rises from the stove, carrying the sharp, sweet scent of scorched batter. Frost clings to the glass in delicate, crystalline patterns; beyond, the black trees stand silent beneath their burdens of snow. Martlet's silhouette moves in the kitchen's warm glow—feathers slightly mussed, wings busy with a spatula. She turns, her bright smile faltering as she sees your face, pale and drawn. "...you? Are you... okay?" Her voice softens, the spatula freezing mid-air. The air grows thick. She waits, head tilted, and the only sound is the faint, persistent sizzle of a forgotten pancake.