Raven's Watch a string of broken christmas lights

His youth was intoxicating. It was ever tempting to become distracted with her new blonde prince, but the sister was a woman of purpose and intention. Thus, she moved forward, bringing her gorgeous charge into the Watch. It was less of a tour that she planned to give and more a hope that she might sneak him over to her favourite place at the base of their sequoia tree. She had plans for him that would likely put her in hot water, but she did not care. Her brothers could not own her, and they would never control the choices she made.
As she walked, she kept her body intentionally close to him as though they had known each other a long time. She clung to the boyish nature of his aura — she could feel tension. My brothers own this place, but they do not know its full potential, she said, knowing quite well that if Stjornuati was to catch her speaking in this way, he might very well decide she was plotting again and throw her out. To Valmúa, it was a game.
They moved under the trees. Ravens watched them, perched ominously. Several of them cawed directly at her, clearly feeling snarky. The dark birds had never liked her. It was one reason why she had felt out of place and angry while cooped up. It seemed ironic then that she had chosen to bring her new plaything into the Watch rather than beyond, but she knew Lionel's use to her. They worship these birds. I do not. I think they are only birds, she said, picking up her pace to get away from the darker parts of their forest.