Hushed Willows Drifter

caw is very certain the faerie queen will be happy to allow taikon here. maybe orlaith would not be so happy, but caw has not seen her in some time. perhaps she has also left for a different court! so there is no reason to think otherwise. 

not that he considers these things very deeply.

tail still held over his back, caw wags, waiting expectantly for this invitation to be accepted. his scarlet gaze remains fixed on taikon as he tucks his chin towards his shoulder and sighs, and caw blinks in confusion when his offer is ultimately rejected.

"all can be good fit for court," caw explains, eager to correct any misunderstanding that has occurred here. this must be what it is. "are not so many rules! only protect willows and help faeries, and –"

he is cut off by taikon's question. this man is not a faerie, or his family. but caw still feels a bit scolded. it is not so different from how his mother has spoken to him...and probably how she would now, now that he has run away. 

deflating a little, caw flicks his tail. "my name caw," he says in a considerably more subdued voice, turning his muzzle to the crow on his shoulder. she seems perhaps a bit less upset now, but she still treats him to a very sharp glare when he noses at her. caw's neck rolls farther against the curve of his shoulders, and he looks back to taikon. he knows better than to protest these things. "this vrána," he adds.