Harpy

Description
The harpy is age, suffering, thought, and judgement. She gazes, eyeless yet wise and all-seeing, into scrying pools or from bare, distant heights, at all that lives and moves and grows. She barely remembers the body she once had, as now the curse of vast longevity pulled her skin and bones into a form more fitting to her long watch. Her form will be complete when the last vestiges of empathy and compassion are worn away from her heart.