unshattered: (the best times)
Abigail Hobbs ([personal profile] unshattered) wrote2017-02-02 01:56 am

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At some point, she stops at a tree with large roots that wrap around its trunk and spider across the soil. Abigail doesn't know how long she's been walking. Time doesn't feel the way she knows it did once before. The thing she thinks of as the sun, can be midway in the sky and then at dusk when she blinks. Though there's always been light through the leaves above her, Abigail has a certain feeling that days have passed while she's been walking.

It's cold. She should be colder in her small brown jacked and red scarf. Abigail crouches by the tree, and then slips between the roots. The space isn't big enough to fall through, but enough for her to lean back against the trunk, cradled in the roots along the tree.
creator_raven: (bird mocking)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-01 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You will, I think, only get colder down there."

In a branch somewhere higher along the tree, a pair of dusty black boots swings back and forth.

Back and forth.

Said dusty boots are accompanied by a ragged black-feathered bird, perched comfortably atop the tied-together laces.

"It is a thing, with dirt."
Edited 2017-02-01 18:34 (UTC)
creator_raven: (girl cheerful grin)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-02 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The bird drops from the branch in a scattering of black feathers, turning into a woman in a ragged black coat somewhere between the branch and the ground.

"I am, I think, not going to eat you. So."
creator_raven: (girl laugh)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-02 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven laughs, high and wild and ringing.

Then she drops down to sit cross-legged in the dirt, making herself comfortable.

"Perhaps. It is not so easy a thing to tell, that."
Edited 2017-02-02 19:41 (UTC)
creator_raven: (girl headtilt)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-03 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"You are still walking."

It's like agreement. If you squint.

"Though I wonder, yes? If you are wanting to be found."
creator_raven: (girl tricky bird)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-03 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven wrinkles her nose.

"Possibly not for someone human, I am thinking."

Then she grins, quick and bright.

"Or mortal. So."
creator_raven: (girl headtilt)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"You think it is not?"

Raven tilts her head, the angle painful-looking.

"That, too, I think, is for being interesting."
creator_raven: (girl serious)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven laughs.

"Girl or deer or teacup, then. Which are you?"
creator_raven: (bird mocking)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven snorts.

"You are, I think, not for watching many movies."

And then she is a bird again.

"Or, perhaps, for paying attention. Still. Girl is not so bad a thing."
creator_raven: (bird shadow)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"I am. But I am also other things."

The bird caws out a rough laugh, wings flaring a bit as it resettles on a nearby root.

"It is for keeping the world entertaining. So."
creator_raven: (bird mocking)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"You would, I think, be more uncomfortable if I were bored."

Raven is just saying.
creator_raven: (girl resolute)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"It is a useful thing to remember, that."

And the bird is a woman again, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"For you. There are, I am thinking, people here who will try. So."

Best to be prepared.
creator_raven: (girl wryly amused)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Again, Raven tilts her head.

"It is why you are wandering out here, perhaps?"
creator_raven: (girl laugh)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven wrinkles her nose.

"If you are not for being certain, perhaps."
creator_raven: (girl satisfied)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"The sky is better than both, I am thinking."

There is a feather resting neatly on her out-thrust palm.

"If you are for being brave."
creator_raven: (girl big smile)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"A chance to change, for a time."

Raven grins, wild and bright.

"And fly."
creator_raven: (girl big smile)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The feather, when she takes it, feels just like a normal feather.

Though there is a tangled set of knots of blue thread at the base.

"Think bird."

Raven is still grinning. Some might call her pleased as punch.

"To change. And think of yourself to come back. Landing first will be better, I am thinking. Still."
creator_raven: (bird close flying)

[personal profile] creator_raven 2017-02-04 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Raven holds her hand -- and arm -- still so as to make a fine perch for so small a bird.

"It is not so inappropriate, this."

The feather Abigail was holding has returned to Raven's hand again.

Her smile remains no less wild.

"Shall we?"

And then she is flinging Abigail's bird-body skyward, leaping into the air in her own bird shape to follow.

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