The onsen has that glass walls and ceilings situation, which is how a Stormwing, who's not too inclined to walk around on the ground and into buildings, can watch something that looks a bit like one of the dragons she knows crash around next to the pool. When those dragons are that color they're mad and best avoided, but also, those dragons are on the longer and more lightly built side and always have wings. It's something she can get distracted by.

Curious, Hisako flies lower and lands on the frame of the peak of the roof with a clatter, scarring the wood immediately with her claws. She's not familiar with this sort of perch and has to stabilize herself with outstretched wings, the metal feathers scraping against glass and then clicking against each other as she gets her balance and furls her wings. "Sheesh, you'd think this place was only built for ground-pounders, huh."

She's got proportions similar to those of the harpies found in a given dungeon, if shorter-legged and heavier-bodied, with a bare neck that she cranes to look down.