As far as hybrids go, this one is fairly small-- she measures in just a little smaller than her stone-giver's species; weighing in roughly under sixteen ounces. She will remain a little underweight for most of her life, and undersized.

She doesn't carry herself with any of the confidence seen in either species, often electing to hide away in silence. Although she's physically quite weak, she makes up for it by being a strong flier and a strong magic-user.

Most of the hybrid's plumage is almost a deep, inky-black, but iridescent with shining blues and greens and pinks if caught in the correct lighting. The half-rings of cobalt blue lining her primaries similarly catch hues of different blues in the light, though they only appear on her back.

Under her belly and her wings, the feathers are mostly midnight blue and white-- the creamy off-white crests the secondaries and wing lining and leads down to circle under her ornate tail-feathers as well. Her gemstone, a glittering blue moonstone, sits circled with soft, white down feathers on the square of her chest.

Her eyes are dark and storm-like, banded with a white cheek and brow ridge. Protruding out of her brow are two small, reptile-like horns, and leading down her goose-like neck are three more spines, the last of which settling between her wings.

She is, unsurprisingly, soft-spoken, and has been known to stutter when she gets particularly nervous or anxious, at times getting bad enough that the hybrid struggles to even communicate properly.

This hybrid comes from-- let's say --an interesting family. It's anyone's guess as to what she'd be like if things had gone according to their plan. Perhaps she'd have been as cruel and bloodthirsty, or perhaps she would have been clever enough to realise what was happening.

It might be difficult to imagine this of her, however, because of how she turned out.

Quiet and paranoid, damn near afraid of everything that comes near. Outside of the bubble where she knows there's safety, she may as well be on an alien planet, where everything is out to kill her. She doesn't like to be left alone or otherwise unattended by another gembound for what are, likely, very clear reasons.

She has the mind and demeanor of a child even this far into her life, having never gotten the chance to grow up. Isolation and abandonment at such a young age has left her emotionally stunted, and its unclear as of yet if it is something she'll be able to get over. She is reliant on others, easily persuaded, and will quickly put the responsibilities of keeping her safe and happy on others, mainly because she simply does not know how to do it herself. She's just so afraid to fail.

But she is kind, empathetic. Her good heart had not the chance to be spoiled by the cruel family that left her behind. But she wishes to know them, more then anything else. They'd been there, once, and she seems unwilling to let them go.

She remembers her mother, a few names, and little else. She remembers that they were a family, that she loved them, and they would keep her safe. But then they left, and she was alone.

All the bones. And the gemstones. And the blood, and the stink, and the flesh, and the distant cries of people she barely knew in the distance. She waited for a long, long time in that tunnel, alone, until she fell asleep.

Many cycles later, she awakens, alone. Still waiting for her family to return.