[SE] The unkindness of ravens

There doesn’t seem to be any real reaction to her reply, and she can’t understand why. The notion that the raven may not be able to hear never crosses her mind. She watches it as it watches her, and folks, we might actually have the answer to who watches the watchmen? In fact, Wessex is about to give up the game and disappear, going about her merry way, when the raven decides to investigate further. There might have been a ripple of movement as she turned her head ever so slightly - but that might also have been the wind and the snow, right? As it comes closer and studies her footprints, Wessex has to figure out what to do; does she reveal herself? No - that utterly responsible and boring idea is immediately discarded. Walk away, leave footprints, and be the obviously invisible person? Or she could again, just… disappear. Gone with the wind. Perhaps the bird misses it at first as it peeks upward - but the hood of the cloak does not protect her from things looking up, or things that have gotten under her cloak. Leaning back, trying to keep herself out of sight, she is unsure if it sees anything - what would it be, a shock of blonde hair? A shadowed face? The blinding white of a chin? Though her heart can’t race and adrenaline can’t pump, she still feels the joy in the hide-and-seek. And when it doesn’t look again, but pecksat a footprint, she decides. Should the bird look up again or come within pecking distance of her cloak, she will teleport elsewhere. Some secrets have to be kept, after all. WESSEX She whispered back, I am the storm