I AM A LOST BOY --- ravens and crows founding

[aine.]

[align=center]— aine | the pitt | commodore of the crows | fae druid —

Stars.  The petite vixen felt a buzzing in her paws.  Mind racing.  Heart drumming.  She remembered the game.  Adventures.  Her and Ikaia exploring the in-between lands, discovering and marking landmarks.  Smiles and exciting plans.

The plan in action frightened her.  Even as she scrambled up the stone wall beside her best friend.  The cold, highlands breeze ran through her bright fur.  Winter evident everywhere her eyes turned.  She tasted rain the air.  Snow maybe?  The fae shivered and turned back to Ikaia, smiling as she let him speak.  Take the lead.

When her own name is mentioned, she waved a soot-colored paw.  Squared her shoulders.  Stars.  Her chest felt a little tight.  They were really doing this.  A big team.  Explorers united.  No doubt she'd speak later.  Gather those who wanted to be a Crow.  Her division.  Hers.  Stars.

Too much information at once never did however.  Her limited attention span rediscovered the fortress, grinning at the encouragement to explore.  The castle certainly.  The highlands too.  They needed to learn the area.  Adventure.  Together.

The thought soothed her.  Recent days had been unkind.  Aine hummed softly, eyes on the land all around her.  Home base.  A place to meet together, plan and record adventures.  Yes.  This would be fun.

She smiled, offering a soft but warm "dia dhuit," to those who looked her way.

— I'll come back when you call me —