22 (physically), unknown actual age

Female

The White Feather, little plume (by Mother), Andy (by other feathers)

Happy, go-getter, a bit of a trickster

Red

Éclair (topped with strawberry jam)

Twin sister of Vinea. Her real mother was running from [Someone chasing her] when she fell and dropped one of her babies. She couldn’t go back to get the baby, so she kept on running.
Andrya was left in the woods, defenseless, crying. What was following the mother was a strange creature, a sort of amalgamation of forest animals (rabbit, fox, bear, bird). Its face covered in blood, it stumbles upon the tiny baby whimpering and, as it approaches its maw to devour it, the baby pats it, stopping its cries. The creature stops its tirade, and gains a fascination with the infant.

To the point of giving it a piece of itself. And as it does, the baby falls asleep, and the creature bites its head off.

The baby wakes up. It sees its Mother. It smiles and laughs. “You are Andrya. My little baby. My little plume.”