Shadewood stars, hide your fires

now hereby sighed, her sibling being unreasonable. she pulled him nearer herself.

"yonder, yonder... i know the peace you'd find in safe, stale, dull domesticity..."

she raised her other wing to quiet any correction.

"...but i am not a raven built for such living. it brings me such misery that you remain blind to it."

she released him.

"but if you intend to follow me, you will have to ingest the bitter seed of this truth."

hereby moved to the thinner end of the branch - was it an elm? she could never tell - and perched there, waiting, looking.