A sleek kenku with lacquer-black feathers that gleam blue-green in bright light, as if oiled after every storm. She moves with the careful hush of a cat crossing polished floors, but her posture is oddly formal, chin lifted like a minor noble at court. Her wings are neatly tucked and feather tips trimmed to keep them from dragging through water buckets, though a few stray downy plumes always cling to her cuffs. The most memorable contradiction is her pristine white maid apron, all frills and lace, worn over a body built for nimble scrubbing and rooftop sprints, making her look at once delicate and ready to vanish into shadow.