New Initiates

Raven recognized the voice, The one that held that strange calmness, the serenity of the sleeping of a child, yet the strength of the tense air the moment prior to a lightning strike.

Raven had left the stranger who she had encountered previously, the agouti. His own purposes were what busied him, and Raven had left him as silently as she had arrived.
With the soft gaze she held dormant on her face, the Mystic approached the woods, the place inhabited by shadows, dominated by darkness.

"I am here, friend," she spoke to the ominous void, the very place she hoped the call for her had come from.
Raven awaited the appearance of the ebony female she had met on the beach, that long time ago.