Figuring you should at least try asking her to pipe down, you continue your approach. She finally takes notice of your footsteps crunching the snow beside her and goes still and silent for a moment as she looks up at you. Now that you’re closer, you can make out some more of her features against the snowy ground. She wears a light dress, almost as pale as her skin and the snow around her, thin enough that you can just see her perky nipples through its white fabric. A shiver of your own makes you wonder why she’s wearing something like that on a day like this. The thick, fluffy-looking feathers of her wings even manage to stand out as somehow even whiter than the frosty backdrop of the snow. A faint, silvery glow seems to radiate from her, but it’s probably just a trick of the light against the snowfall.
You watch her lie there quietly for a moment before she goes back to happily cooing as loudly as ever and flapping about on the ground. Fed up, you finally ask her what she thinks she’s doing out here. She looks up quizzically for a moment and tells you matter-of-factly that she’s making shapes in the snow, and returns to her task dutifully and noisily. You bury your face in your hands, unsure how to deal with this. You ask her why exactly she’s doing that.
The harpy looks up and opens her mouth for a moment, but stops herself to think. “Well, I was dancing in the snow because I was so happy to see it. Then I slipped and fell, so I started doing this instead.” Thinking again. “Oh! Right, I can’t get up. My wings won’t fold right for that. Too big.” Apparently expecting you to be satisfied, she gets back to it. Forced to yell over her resumed deafening shrieks of joy, you tell her you can help her up if she’ll quiet down. She contemplates your offer for a second, then extends a hand.
Despite the apparent thickness of her plumage, she’s rather light, and you easily pull her to her feet. Err, talons. She seems grateful, beaming a smile at you. You’re just happy that she’s shut up. “Thanks! I guess I should repay you somehow. How about I eat you out?” You raise an eyebrow, not entirely sure what to make of her suddenly lascivious nature. It’s certainly quite a change. She giggles. “Oh, don’t be surprised. Where do you think we are?”