a griffin, surely! i can picture you somewhere above the clouds, tucked away among weathered ruins and steep mountain ridges, with an assortment of peculiar treasures gathered from places most people would never reach. you’d have the whole valley stretched out beneath yours, watching from your favourite perch as the days come and go. and if anything ever wandered too close to what you considered yours, i suspect those wings wouldn’t stay folded for long!

sorry for not matching this with your aesthetics, dd. but based on your name—scintilla, i think you’d be a phoenix! rising from the heart of an ancient sunken temple where the walls are overgrown with saffron flowers and every dawn leaves a little more gold on the stone. you’d have a fondness for warm places and bright little treasures, perhaps hoarding sun-warmed pebbles, fallen feathers, and anything that catches the light.