#mischiefofmodig

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ for as long as she could remember , zelda had been called little bird . a term of endearment passed on from person to person until she was the only one left who knew that she was a bird . a little one , at that .

lips purse .

birds are symbolic for a great many things , zelda mused , leaning upon the crated table outside of the corner mooncents . taste of autumn still sits on the tongue . she'd never bothered to ask what sort of bird she was , but in hindsight she should have .

a moonlight crow perches on the seatback of the chair opposite to hers .

" are you an omen ?? " she asks her company , brow quirked . " you're a very pretty omen at that . "

@mischiefmodig ¦ yestereve starter + totem alter

[silentaura]

There's a strange noise outside your window. It's like someone is tapping on the glass to get your attention. Should you choose to go outside and open the window, you will be met with a water balloon dropped on your head. Soaking you in water.

Curiously, a man in black seems to be running away from the scene.

~ Mischief Made

−−− ꧁ never mind suspicious noise -- her room grew incredibly stuffy at night , and if she ever had any hope of rotting away in bed sleeping , she had to sleep with a cool draft . it had never been a problem before . but as she pushed on the window latch and pushed outward , a stunning surprise hits her like . . .

. . . a downpour that drenches her shoulders wetting her hair . droplets cling to her lashes and soak her sleep gown , dripping down uncomfortably cold now .

frozen , she stays half inside and half outside her window , contemplating how to react . but it's the shadow slithering off into the dark that spurs spikes in her blood . what . . . on earth ?? never before has anyone dared to do anything so childish to her before . if she had been simply threatened with her life , she'd know how to react . . . but an otherwise harmless prank was . . . beyond her .

through gritted teeth , zelda cursed her prankster : " shadow man . . . "

and the window slams shut .

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ " hmm ?? " she could have sworn . . . no .

even if the bird had somehow mysteriously spoken her name , it wouldn’t be a far stretch to assume it to have been a mere mistake . she must have misheard . stranger things have happened . . . but this was still too far of a stretch for zelda to be inclined to believe .

brows knit .

" silly me , i . . . " zelda's voice falters once more , still gripped by possibility . " . . . my sleeplessness is catching up to me . unless i've misjudged the birds of these lands . which may very well be the case , however . . . "

ignoring the food she's placed for it , something about the raven's eyes bore .

" r . . . right . " hand emblazoned across her heart , " zelda . "

It was difficult for him to consider whether or not he should be insulted by being offered crumbs. Then again, by the way she would ramble, it would appear that he was very convincing in this particular appearance. Not by any choice of his own, however.

She asked plenty of questions, that was for certain. Perhaps she was one of the more intelligent beings brought to this world. This... Zelda.

The shreds of his dignity pulled upon him as strings, bidding him to not eat of the crumbs. He answered her questions with a shake of his head before he swiftly approached her. Beak pointed much closer to her face, studying her expressions and features.

❝ Zelda. ❞ he spoke, mimicking the sound of her voice. It was all he was able to do. He was surprised he could speak in any capacity at all. But Ravens did have incredible mimicry abilities, so it would seem he was truly the creature itself.

[silentaura]

−−−  ꧁ head bobs to the right, vision comfortably outlining the tinge of blue caught on the tips of the raven's feathers . an omen indeed , for blue is the color of her family and kingdom . blue banner waved in the foreground of her very name : the princess zelda of hyrule . and ravens a steely blue , deep and mysterious .

although , not so mysterious as to mask their interests .

" pardon me . i see you wanting . " zelda picked at the blueberry scone that accompanied her tea , crumbling it across the table top , " what would it say of me if i neglected the birds ?? mustn't be selfish , zelda . "

she spoke of herself warningly . as if . . . it lately became too easy to think of herself .

" do . . . birds fly south as winter approaches as well ?? i have yet to ready on bird migration patterns . . . but i would imagine that if there is cold , then you surely know how to keep yourself safe . years of evolution must have taught you well to survive . . . if it is the case , then you should eat well in preparation . "

Damn this realm- DAMN IT ALL. The whispers and words of recent happenings had taken his mind elsewhere. They spoke of these totems and ancient magics. Of course, he was going to study them. Any self-respecting scholar who sought a reprieve from this cursed place would inspect any new appearances.

These aercon were fools. Sheep. Cattle. Whatever other animal Loki felt to call them. But what was he to speak of, when now he found himself in such a form?

This was not anything new for him. No. He was skilled in his shapeshifting talents. This, however, was a curse. No matter how he might try, he could not break out of the blackened feathers that held him bound to this Raven form. Unable to speak at all. Merely fly about the world in frankly, an embarrassing display.

He hardly knew where his travels took him, only that he needed rest. A perch was located by what he could discern as food that would be digestible, only to discover someone else in his presence. The table had two chairs, he simply chose one.

His head tilted. She certainly looked ... familiar. But he was not one who remembered insignificant people in his life. Though, she did know a healthy raven when she saw one. His feathers ruffled in reply when he stared upon the scone that lay untouched.