One of the three pet birds of a goddess. She's the youngest, probably the dumbest. Definitely the alcoholic grandmother of the lot.
With patchwork skin, a magical voice, a love for darkness and a heart too easily pulled towards extremism she's a force to be reckoned with. She'd died over and over, watched everyone and everything she's loved die too. It's made her bitter, angry and in time it will break her. But she sings her songs, sings them because she thinks they'll keep her culture alive.
Not long ago she fell in love with a man who helped her escape her old life, but they were too different. No amount of love can make a servant worthy of a prince. She'd left her home for him, and now that he's gone she has nowhere to go. Exiled, alone, Aderyn is everything she was terrified of becoming.