Thinking about Skipta today. She's a bird. She steals for herself all the time but buys gifts for her friends. Willem Dafoe from The Lighthouse cursed her so now she's human. He cursed her for stealing from him. This taught her nothing and now she's making the fact that she has thumbs everyone else's problem. She has a bookclub with a sentient slime where they exclusively read smut. She's a powerful magic user but doesn't think what she can do is anything special. She uses a massive pile of pillows and blankets instead of a bed. Her bottlecap collection is enormous and 90% worthless. She loves people. She holds grudges forever. She was part of a huge flock. She has maybe five friends now. Her body is not her. It is big and clumsy and bare and wrong. It is not her.
