Blackbeak Bluff as you climb up hillside, forest and fen

happily for elijah, caw is just as thoroughly clueless about the proper way to greet someone, so any awkwardness sails directly over his head. he is friendly! and he also gives nice complements back! this is all that matters to caw, who signals this with another eager wag of his tail.

“thanks!” caw parrots. he is not sure this is an actual word, but this man certainly knows more than he does! so it must be correct.

“oh! yes. was wandering too!” caw nods. “am staying now with faerie court! but need to find plants for rituals, to read signs…cannot find everything there! also do not have seashells.” caw noses at the shell in question, lying near his paw. “are very pretty! good to collect.”

caw meets his next question with a confused blink. “vrána is friend,” caw explains, wide-eyed, as though this is all the explanation that anyone could possibly need. “some call familiar! is not,” he hesitates, searching for the correct word, “…completely right. but is close!”