Dragoncrest Cliffs sometimes, I pray for you at night

improvisation was this raven's favourite game. a sport, really.

"the bear!" she cawed with drama, adding a frightened quiver to her voice. "one face of three! the long-sleeper, the enemy of bees, it has its own domain - but its claws cannot reach beyond it."
 
she looked to the autumn beast a moment.

"it cannot touch you here, little indra." she assured gently. "there are worse things you should fear."