Somewhere upon a swell of loam, Raven let himself come to a rest. Here was a place he could wait, at least for a little while. There seemed to be roots trying to emerge from the gloom, a feeling of growth far below, stretching high above. All of it, still out of sight. Holding its …
Somewhere upon a swell of loam, Raven let himself come to a rest.
Here was a place he could wait, at least for a little while. There seemed to be roots trying to emerge from the gloom, a feeling of growth far below, stretching high above. All of it, still out of sight. Holding its breath between pulses of the black violet feather stolen by Raven.
A careful look, taking some time away from peering all around, to bend down and study the unnoticed. The earth here seemed to fall away, a hole perhaps? And where Raven perched, the roots seemed to grasp, wishing to take.
Raven’s head tilted a bit to the side to consider between the two. Bury what was stolen, or give it back to what reached for it. Glossy black eyes blinked, a shine to them as if knowing he could very well hold onto the feather that was never his.
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