When the Raven was released, his frantic beating caused his flight to stutter. The bird nearly fell upon the earth, but those wings that were meant for flight caught him at the last moment, and the pied bird was lifted into the air. A craw was called with that harsh voice that sang through her Dreams, and the single eye, in the brief moment that he fell into the Raven’s line of view, beheld the vigilante with a little more than discontent. There was relief that moved through the warrior’s breast, and she breathed softly into the air. Her gaze fell upon her lover. What was in that gaze was uncertain. Whether there was a sadness, a contentment, a thanks, was uncertain, and only that ambiguous tranquilly could be known. It was not that she sought to keep her thoughts from him but merely that her expression was hardly ever generous in the display of her mind. "You do not have to trust him," the soft melody replied, a faint smile upon her maw. "You need only to trust me." The Raven Dreamer lifted her arm to accept the coming of the Raven. And indeed the bird came, those black claws outstretched as the wings beat and were angled for that landing. The heaviness of the bird’s large form fell lightly upon the woman’s arm, and those claws grasped gently the skin beneath the fur. The single eye of the pied Raven beheld her with that same inky, blank gaze.
She saw her reflection in that eye, and their gaze was held for a long moment. It was as if she sought something that was hidden deeper, and the Raven, with his silent stillness, was willing to let her see. And it seemed that she had been satisfied by what she saw, for those white orbs, glowing in the half-light, moved to the shattered beak. The other hand came up to stroke the bird’s shoulder and breast before she set him from her. But the Raven did not land far. Instead, those black claws held the avian body near the twins. The two were cautious as they watched the unfamiliar creature, and the warrior watched them and was unconcerned. The Raven did not move save for the tilting of his head so that he may look upon the small pups. The black fae knelt beside the Raven and faced her lover.
"Not all things are to be taken literally," the soft melody offered at length. "Some things are meant to be taken symbolically." She did not know if Onus was capable of such thought, for she knew that he lived in a world without grey. And perhaps she did not need him to understand such a thing but only to understand what it was that she was thinking. A brief glance was spared to the twins, and they paused in their slow and cautious advance. They were curious of the bird, and the warrior was willing to let them see and touch and smell, and she was willing to let the bird see and touch and smell so that they would become familiar with one another. But she did not allow them yet, for Onus had not agreed upon such a thing. "This bird is but a messenger," the quiet alto offered once more. She did not know what else was required.
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