She is from the past. A bird with human face and kind soul. She was cursed to be locked in a tree cell until the silent Earth will end. She will look at you with kindness and love. She will maybe let you touch her. She won’t talk, at all. She is shy but with a great plan to reach again the glorious sky with her wings as white as her human face and with eyes as brown as her hair.
Maybe she is not what she seems but for now all she can do is to wait for her time, her time to fly from this cell and to show the world what she has to offer. To have her revenge for the curse to be born and lock until the end of silence.
Preper for anything. Good or bad she will do it, in her best way.