Parabellum

Bone broth...

Parabellum is a name not known by many, but her figure is well more than respected and feared. Once she had descended from the skies to tend to a garden of the dead, and to pay a visit to those who had made way to the elusive species of flora that blanket the land. At a distance, she could be mistaken as grieving, but more often than not she is more interested in what new sprouts and buds erupt from the gravesite. She never cared much for those before they passed, all they left was bones, and she was content with learning that much.

She once felt the world breathe upon her wings while she floated tirelessly among the world. And once she sifted through the ground with her pale claws in search of fertile soil. Rumors had once circulated about her being a sort of divine being, sent down to prospect the death of mortals, but she is much more interested in doing her own thing at her own pace all while keeping true to her responsibilities set upon herself.

Although now, for no reason whatsoever, she has been trapped within the confines of the teashop. Populated with other figures she cannot recognize. While upset in her current state, she has found ways to cope with a forever home. Lately, she has experimented with various different recipes in order to sate her thirst for gardening by foraging whatever she can find around her. An unusual favorite of hers, however, is a sort of bone marrow tea she only makes on rare occasions, likely to preserve resources.

Amongst all this, she found a new, unorthodox appreciation for the dead.