Hushed Willows anyone lived in a pretty how town

his tail is still unpleasantly wet and heavy, but caw wags anyways at her smile, flashing his own in return. all of the rain and wet is still miserable, of course! but things are less miserable when you have people to be miserable with. he appreciates vrána's presence, and she is good at listening to it, but she is also a bird, so most of their communication happens in chirps and signs, even if she knows his language. it is not quite the same.

he dips his head to the side, curious. courts are for faeries, and he knows all the stories of his family! they say that there are many faeries, that some are kind like the ones here and some are not so kind, that they guard the forests and rivers and mountains of their choosing. so there must be other courts! it is hardly surprising, but he still wants to hear more. "no," he says. "am from north! where is old court?" a blink. "are you from there?"