Raven's Watch what a grand and intoxicating innocence

the ravens.

vessels, he thinks they are.

they had spoke to him in their own way and now he knew why. he understood why their presence had felt like an overwhelming pushing upon his lungs and mind.

yes.

he exhaled and lifted his head to peer at her more carefully.

they told me your name.

it is the voice of parents in his mind now — not his own, not those of birds.