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It was a housewarming party of one. Her hut had been erected a while ago, so she was perhaps late in celebrating that fact, but Aly hadn’t really called it hers until the last few days when she’d completed laying traps on the door and windows. It was paranoid, but the thought of sleeping in a place that wasn’t protected to the best of her ability chafed on someone who’d been raised as a spy. No matter that she had only knives and a few articles of clothing to her name, if she was going to nickname it the Swoop after her father’s castle, it was going to be fortified.
The only other celebrants attending the little ‘party’ didn’t even know they’d been invited. A flock of jungle crows had gathered around the old bread and fruit she’d laid out for them, feasting on the ground in front of her house. It was the crows that really did it, Aly thought, even more than the traps. They were sacred birds in the Kyprish Isles, mischief-makers like her patron god and a place without them wouldn’t ever feel homelike. In the battles before she came here, they had taken human shape and fought with her, even teaching her their language. They were more than just birds to her.
As she sat on the porch, a female crow left her flockmates, hopping up in front of Aly. “What is it you want?” she asked, holding out empty hands. “All the food’s with your fellows.” The crow pecked at her fingertip and Aly shook her head. “I’m not food.”
Suddenly about half the crows rose up in the air, their voices a raucous bawl as they all flew away. Aly looked out beyond her porch to see someone approaching, scaring off the second half of the flock, except the female crow who shuffled her wings and eyed the newcomer alongside Aly.
((Timed to mid-afternoon. Aly’s hut is east of the Compound and surrounded by a whole lot of crows until your pup scares them off. ST/LT/Whatever-T okay))
The only other celebrants attending the little ‘party’ didn’t even know they’d been invited. A flock of jungle crows had gathered around the old bread and fruit she’d laid out for them, feasting on the ground in front of her house. It was the crows that really did it, Aly thought, even more than the traps. They were sacred birds in the Kyprish Isles, mischief-makers like her patron god and a place without them wouldn’t ever feel homelike. In the battles before she came here, they had taken human shape and fought with her, even teaching her their language. They were more than just birds to her.
As she sat on the porch, a female crow left her flockmates, hopping up in front of Aly. “What is it you want?” she asked, holding out empty hands. “All the food’s with your fellows.” The crow pecked at her fingertip and Aly shook her head. “I’m not food.”
Suddenly about half the crows rose up in the air, their voices a raucous bawl as they all flew away. Aly looked out beyond her porch to see someone approaching, scaring off the second half of the flock, except the female crow who shuffled her wings and eyed the newcomer alongside Aly.
((Timed to mid-afternoon. Aly’s hut is east of the Compound and surrounded by a whole lot of crows until your pup scares them off. ST/LT/Whatever-T okay))