RANCE
Retreating to the skies was becoming even more a necessary method of taking a breath than it had been at home. Somehow, not having to hide his raven form, made it feel just that much harder to find escape in it. It wasn't his little secret, hidden from the humans. Not when he himself was human, now. Attuned. Whatever.
The snow that day fell light and steady, coating the ground below him in white and muffling every sound. Fewer people lived that far out and the wildness of it was almost comfortingly familiar. Most wild birds were safe in trees or nests, leaving the air above them free for the Outlander raven. He watched ground and sky out of habit, unconsciously watching for prey, even as his thoughts drifted. So, when he spotted the two forms below, he circled lower out of curiosity. Who would be traveling this far out in the snow?
Concern joined curiosity and, without further consideration to possible danger, he circled downward. A raucous croaking cry would be the traveler's only warning before he glided down, the raven becoming a black-cloaked man when he was nearly to the ground so that it was boots that crunched in the snow instead of talons. "Oi, stranger! This is bad weather to be out for a stroll," he called, a hand raised in greeting. He hadn't wanted to land too close, several yards between them making details unclear. There was something... odd about the animal, and about the traveler. Something about the way she carried herself.... He frowned, trying to focus through the snow.
"Hey, do you need help?"
The snow that day fell light and steady, coating the ground below him in white and muffling every sound. Fewer people lived that far out and the wildness of it was almost comfortingly familiar. Most wild birds were safe in trees or nests, leaving the air above them free for the Outlander raven. He watched ground and sky out of habit, unconsciously watching for prey, even as his thoughts drifted. So, when he spotted the two forms below, he circled lower out of curiosity. Who would be traveling this far out in the snow?
Concern joined curiosity and, without further consideration to possible danger, he circled downward. A raucous croaking cry would be the traveler's only warning before he glided down, the raven becoming a black-cloaked man when he was nearly to the ground so that it was boots that crunched in the snow instead of talons. "Oi, stranger! This is bad weather to be out for a stroll," he called, a hand raised in greeting. He hadn't wanted to land too close, several yards between them making details unclear. There was something... odd about the animal, and about the traveler. Something about the way she carried herself.... He frowned, trying to focus through the snow.
"Hey, do you need help?"
i dont want for much, only a book, some whiskey
and the kiss of your touch
and the kiss of your touch
