Blackfeather Woods Insight IV

Leaving open for a reply just in case but totally archivable <3

The sound the bird made forced a flinch. Taikon had never liked birds, but the corvids that frequented forests like this were particularly despicable. He knew that crows and ravens could be made of use for finding food, but he had seen too many scenes of death and destruction, too many fields of death covered in the feathered beasts to find much liking for them at all. He saw what they really were. They were the crew of the dead, those foul beasts that cleared battlefields and made the dead nevermore. They were the ones who rendered you invisible. They were the erasers of memory.
He licked his lips. Decent, he parroted, disdain riddled in his tone. Taikon forced a smile. I'll leave you to it. See you around, he said, turning and knowing well that she was not the sort he wanted to "see around." He appreciated her still for what she was: honest, and entirely insane with the ideas of spiritualism. Like most of these woods, she was of the sort that he did not see eye to eye with.
As always, he did not fit.
Taikon walked away, listening to her reply and no more.