this is a depiction of a nameless character in a story i wrote standing before pipe organs and a lattice. The little miniature dragon fell into the pipe halfway (one cute thing among sad ones) This bird priest in particular is not all that corrupt, for she never wished to be one. She spends her days in the dragon garden, tending the berry plants that bring the smaller dragons in. You see the inside of her robes? this flesh is twisted, for one's body changes when souls are twined together. the bird priests wear the robes to conceal their twisted flesh.