Blackfeather Woods bloom, gloom & doom

She was surprised he agreed. Not many agreed with her. Maybe that was because her brother barely talked - and yes, that bothered her. Meant for great things. How do you know? Can you see into the future, also? She asked, not even sarcastic. She was genuinely interested in why he thought this of them. She agreed she would one day achieve greatness, but had not thought she had shown signs so early in life. She smirked at his comment. Did this flattery have a point other than make her more fond of him, or did it mean something?

She scooted closer to him, both due to the cold and the whisper she knew he would speak in sooner rather than later. She listened, ears pressed forward not in challenge but in pure curiosity. The ravens fluttering above did not escape her - they gathered above them, somehow attracted to the entrancing words of Damien. Where did they come from? Why did they stay? How could they fly?

She looked up with him to find a gathering of ravens on the branches above, looking at them as if they were meals. You do not. She whispered, agreeing that he would not have to explain the name. The story was still sinking in, but already she was filled with a fiery love for the lore that lay within these woods and in the other realms. She wondered if the more she went along with Damien, the more she would get to know about the woods and their workings - the world and the others. Her mouth was agape, her gaze never leaving the ravens. Would they leave now the story was over.