He had thought Rexanna would go to get her watering can while he made more holes in the dirt, not realizing that she didn't have a watering can. Still, he appreciated her company as he made holes and she planted the rest of her seeds in them, even if by the end his white beak was covered in dirt and he had no easy way to clean off. Rexanna's admonition to stay might not have affected a wild raven, but Jigano was feeling a little fatigued after the unfamiliar work, and he hopped over to a corner of the backyard to rest while the lady bustled about in her cozy house.
When she returned he watched her from a little distance, croaking occasionally to himself as he tested his voice. Once he managed an echo of another spring bird's trill, surprising himself a little at how easy the mimicry was. Just as he was feeling recovered enough to give the sky another go, however, Rexanna held up one slender, immaculate finger again, bidding him to stay. He fluffed his feathers and croaked curiously at her, hopping closer to the door as she momentarily vanished again. He did his best to try and peek into a window, but didn't have a good place to perch and ended up fluttering awkwardly up to the eave of the roof instead.
When his hostess returned with the bowl he realized what she intended after a long moment's scrutiny, and he flapped down to splash happily in the water, stropping his beak on the side of the bowl to get the dirt off and cleaning his chest feathers and feet as well. Rexanna's murmuring finally answered the question of just what she was planting, too, and the bard approved of pretty flowers for a pretty lady, croaking enthusiastically as he hopped from his bath to a spot in the sunshine to spread his feathers to dry, enjoying the pleasant day, the pleasant company, and the satisfaction of a job well-done.
When she returned he watched her from a little distance, croaking occasionally to himself as he tested his voice. Once he managed an echo of another spring bird's trill, surprising himself a little at how easy the mimicry was. Just as he was feeling recovered enough to give the sky another go, however, Rexanna held up one slender, immaculate finger again, bidding him to stay. He fluffed his feathers and croaked curiously at her, hopping closer to the door as she momentarily vanished again. He did his best to try and peek into a window, but didn't have a good place to perch and ended up fluttering awkwardly up to the eave of the roof instead.
When his hostess returned with the bowl he realized what she intended after a long moment's scrutiny, and he flapped down to splash happily in the water, stropping his beak on the side of the bowl to get the dirt off and cleaning his chest feathers and feet as well. Rexanna's murmuring finally answered the question of just what she was planting, too, and the bard approved of pretty flowers for a pretty lady, croaking enthusiastically as he hopped from his bath to a spot in the sunshine to spread his feathers to dry, enjoying the pleasant day, the pleasant company, and the satisfaction of a job well-done.
