Wheeling Gull Isle always laughing in the midst of power

@Ying! ^^

floating, intangible, removed. detached, she dreams, of shadows with the universe for eyes, old gods and lost places. stories warp, grow, are lit with life. the body is still, and then the crow alights nearby. steps nearer, ever cautious, and tugs with sharp beak at the dark bloodied fur. the corvid withdraws, waiting for a reaction that does not come. it steps near again, this time delivering a more aggressive snap of it's beak. 

the girl plummets back into her body, tensing against the pain. the body shifts, quiet sounds of pain slipping from agape jaws. the corvid is gone with a flap of its wings but settles in a nearby conifer, patient. gaze opens a fraction, and she begins anew the pain-laced process of dragging herself into a position in which to drink from the creek she's been deposited besides, throat raw and wanting.