a crow [★] nights

[Keona.]

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keona sibéal ní faoláin.
the typhoon.
the blind dealer.
information.

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It was the rain.  A particularly rough spring shower.  The petite wolf had been passing the window when she heard a soft caw and talons tapping at the glass.  Her ears perked in confusion.  For a moment, she thought it may be Fiachra.  Come back for a visit only to find himself stuck in the rain.

Yet the dealer knew Fiachra's presence.  She knew the sound of his calls.  This was not quite the same.  Still on instinct, she pushed the window open before it truly clicked that the bird wasn't Fiachra.  Letting in not a raven, but a young hooded crow.  Lost.  Feathers soaking wet.

Well.  She figured that was the end of it.  When the rain passed, she pushed the window back open and let the crow out.  Twitching her ears as the fluttering wings took off.  A rather polite and quiet houseguest.  Didn't overstay her welcome.

Only she came back.

The dealer had begun her rounds the next day.  Resting by Tofu the turtle for a moment as she planned her route.  Still re-learning the best ways around now that she wasn't so small.  There, her ears perked once again at the sound of feathers.  Fluttering nearby.  Landing on top of the turtle.  The same crow.

Since she wasn't cawing for attention, or getting too close, Keona let her be.  Paid little mind.  Went about her work.  Stopping by the docks.  The Tempest.  The entire time shadowed by a young crow who would perch somewhere nearby.  Never too close.  Back to Tofu.  Where she finally sighed, tilting her head upwards.  Just perched upon the statue's back.  Staring back at the blind wolf.

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