A small, black form darted out of the Inn as two men left. The raven swooped into the trees, landing on a branch beside another. There were many ravens roosting in this particular area, all part of the same flock.
The raven named Ember settled after his flight, sidestepping closer to his mate, their wings brushing.
The other raven, Era, looks over, "What news of the land-walkers, my love? How is our Keeper?"
Ember falls quiet, thinking, "They are all hurting. I do wish more than the Keeper could understand us."
Era dwells on that, turning her head to gently groom Ember as they speak, "Tell me more, my love."
Ember closes his eyes, relaxing as he enjoys the intimate moment with his mate. "The Golden One, he is trying to take everyone's pain and grief, especially his mate and their children's. He has a healer's spirit. I think he is a Sage or something similar… His mate, the one with hair like our wings, The Oak one, he is hurting more. He revealed something he calls the monster to their offspring, scared the child."
Ember clicks his beak, thinking, "The Keeper slipped into a state of fear and terror. His mate yelled at him." Era paused, lifting her head, tilting it, "Are they mates?"
Ember, clicks his beak, "Close enough. If they aren't already, they will any day."
The ravens dwell in silence for a moment before Ember speaks, "What do you think of this land?"
Era fluffs out her feathers as she thinks, "I like it. It is green, lush. The water is pure and air clear. The land is untainted, sun unhindered. Our children would be healthy and strong. Our flock is already prospering."
Ember glances at the side to Era, "Did we wish to nest here, my love?"
Era bobs her head, "Yes. I trust these Pure Hearts the Keeper has surrounded himself with. None of them are Dark Hearts. Not even The Oak one or The Blossom one. The Golden one helps us feed and find materials for nests. This is our home now."
