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The black fae was relieved to hear the girl’s voice. It sounded untroubled, and the presence of the sarcasm only told the woman that Svara was fine. She stepped back from the mouth of her den as the sounds of the girl’s approach came whispering from the dark. Then, moving silently to the great tree, the warrior leaned the Raven Spear against its protective form. The Raven above called noisily as it swooped in through the still-naked branches of the trees. Immediately, the female’s arm rose up to greet him, and he graciously accepted the offered perch. For some reason, the warrior had grown somewhat closer to the Raven, though she still did not understand why. She understood that her right arm would soon tire, still weakened by the attack, but the Raven knew this too. She brought him close to her, slowly moving her arm as she returned to face the mouth of the den. Woad bound fingers stroked the one-eyed bird’s dual coloured plumage, and he clicked his beak in approval. She smiled, but somewhere she knew that this must be short lived.
When the girl spoke again, the woad marked woman looked up. She had tied her hair back, something that was unusual—or so the black fae thought—and she no longer wore the cloth to bind her eyes. The warrior observed the scars briefly to make sure that they were not festering, and finding nothing with her eyes, smelling nothing of infection, she was satisfied. It was better for the wounds to be able to breath, and it would allow for a quicker recovery. The woman only smiled at the girl’s words. "One can never be too hopeful," the alto melody replied in like kind. But this woman had never been very good at expressing humor, for she had never really been exposed to it as a pup. She could only hope that the red hued girl would be able to pick up on her poor attempts at humor. The Raven called, turning his head to look at this girl who now occupied his Dreamer’s den.
Svara’s request made the warrior silent, and she truly considered what it was that she asked of her. And for a moment, the white orbs watched the girl’s posture, noting that she did not look to whom she spoke. And the woman could understand that this was due to the girl’s lack of vision, but she could still hold a presence. A light smile graced the woman’s maw. She could teach her that as well. "I’m not going to lie, Svara," the alto melody began. "There will be things that you will never be able to do again." It was an unfortunate thing, especially in the warrior’s mind, for she relied especially upon sight in thick of a fight. "But it won’t be impossible. I can teach you how to listen, if you will let me." She had tried very briefly to do the same thing several moons ago, but it had been in vain. Perhaps now that such a thing would be necessary, the girl would be allowed to learn. "Hunting.... You may have to rely upon your boyfriend. Prey are hard to predict, and the hunt is hardly ever successful, even for one with eyes." The woman did not waste lies with the girl. "But you will be able to fight, at least as good as a scout. In a fight, you are the one in control." And that’s what differentiated the hunt from the war. "If you’re willing to give it your all, I will help you."
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