Sunset Valley fall (raven’s descent)

thinking, she said, which seemed odd to inkalorë. they never felt as solemn as vairë looked when they were thinking... but maybe she was just thinking sad thoughts.
turned out, she was. ink tilted their head slightly, one ear flopping and smacking their forehead as they considered thoughts of the old village. of course! unless... do you think someone would steal it? they asked, hushed, considering the possibility for the first time. what a terrible thought!