"Hey."

Red leans over, her talons reflexively digging into the rock's pitted surface to steady her perch. She's bare but for her own feathers, as usual when she takes to the water. Her arms are almost wings, draped in long black-and-gold feathers but not quite large enough to fly. The plumage extends onto her chest, shorter and fluffier and doing nothing at all to cover her breasts.

Enjoy the view from below, is what I'm saying. She doesn't seem concerned with modesty.

"Don't think I ever caught your name."