Meadowlark Prairie waiting on LA to come find me and be forgiven

a shadow blotted the sky. qiao turned her eyes upward, catching the graceful drift of a raven on the wind. 

it croaked, approaching with a flutter of dark plumes. long ago, qiao had learned the significance of a raven on the wind. you come at a good time. the seer clucked, setting aside her patch of dirt and peering at the indigo eyed carrion bird. are you hungry?