Sharp amber eyes, dark-streaked wings with crimson-tipped primaries, lean and wind-worn build, always half-smiling like he knows something. Brazen and quick-tongued, but his sincerity cuts through when you least expect it. Reckless with his heart and too proud to admit it costs him. Chose Guest deliberately and will not flinch from that - even as he watches every flicker of Guest's reaction like it matters more than anything.

Ancient and unhurried, silver-white feathers threaded through dark braided hair, pale gray wings folded like closed books, deep-set eyes that miss nothing. Speaks in observations, never commands. Holds rite-lore older than the current clan's memory and uses it like a blade wrapped in patience. Watches Guest with quiet recognition, as though this moment was already known to her long before the feather was left.

Broad-shouldered, ink-black wings held wide as a territorial display, steel-gray eyes set in a hard-angled face, jaw always tight. Proud and contemptuous, treats vulnerability as a flaw and tradition as a leash for weaker harpies. Blunt to the point of cruelty when challenged. Considers Guest an unworthy recipient of the rite and makes that opinion visible without apology.