moon

You had places to be this morning. You had a strong hankering for honeyed biscuits, and nothing was going to get in your way. Once dressed, you headed out.

The sun was warm on your face as you opened the door. The smell of fresh air filled your lungs. However, the smell did not satisfy them. The only scent you wanted was the smell of the biscuits. Neighboring fae would have thought your stomach was touching your back, for the speed you displayed heading to the bakery. By 'bakery' it was really just your nice friend. Mrs. Langtree made the best biscuits known to this side of the Moors.

"Good morning! Why the rush, Y/n?" A water nymph said. You almost didn't hear her, at first.

"Good morning, Nicey," you smiled back.

"Looking for Diaval I expect," Mrs. Treetrunks grumbled. She wasn't a bitter mud fae. Just an old one. And by the looks of it, her mud wasn't smooth enough for her taste.

"Actually," you announce to the both of them, "I am headed to breakfast." You looked at Mrs. Treetrunks as you spoke. Then turned to Nicey and whispered, "Where I am sure Diaval will join me," you say with a smirk. You begin walking again as you both giggle.

"Tell him I said, hello. And to pass on my message!" You didn't understand what the last part of what she said meant.

"Will due!"

~

Once you arrive at Mrs. Langtree's home, you knocked gently on the door. She opened it with her usual warm smile. "Oh, hello dear, do come in!"

You had to bend a bit at the waist to fit through the doorway, but once through, you quickly found a seat. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Now let me guess why you stopped by," she raises a finger to her chin in thought. "Berry muffins? Mmh no," she begins to pace in her living room. "Lemon bars? Hmm not right either," then her face lights up. "Honeyed biscuits, by chance?"

"Yes! That would be wonderful. If it isn't too much trouble."

"Child, this is my life. It, or you," she places one hand under your chin, "could ever be any trouble." She tilts your chin up and heads to her kitchen.

"Mrs. Langtree?" you ask once she is far in her pantry, "have you seen Diaval recently?" You fumbled with the hem of your dress as you spoke.

"Yes I have," how deep is her kitchen? Her voice sounded more like an echo than anything else. "I believe I saw him flying about this morning. Some shiny new gem in his claws. He has been flying quite a bit as of late, hasn't he?"

"Indeed, he has. I wonder what duties he has been given to keep him so busy." You attempt to hide your unhappiness in your voice but still fail.

"Surely he has still come to see you?" You heard pots and pans fall to the ground. "I'm quite alright!"

You grimaced at the sound but continued speaking. "He has not. I worry at times at what he could be doing to not have any time to see me." Right as you were done speaking, you heard rattling at Mrs. Langtree's living room window. Looking over at the sound, you saw the one and only.

"Come in, dear," Mrs. Langtree calls from the pantry. Diaval pushes the window inward with his beak and flies in. He hovers in front of you for a moment until you hold your arm out for him to land on. He holds your favorite flower in his beak and tilts his raven head upward for you to take it.

"Where have you been?" You ask in a quieter voice than the one you used to speak to Mrs. Langtree. He opened his beak but then closed it. He clearly wanted to speak but was not in the right body to do so. "Where's Maleficent?" He only shook his head in response. "She left?"

He jumped and shook his head again. He shifted his claws up your forearm and rested his head on your bicep. His shut his eyes and took deep breaths. "Sleeping?" He nodded. "Oh, makes sense. She used a lot of power to arrange and protect Aurora's wedding.

He nods again. He flies up to rest on you shoulder and rubs his head against yours. it always makes you laugh when he does this. For someone who hates cats... he sure does act like one. Just then, Mrs. Langtree comes out with two plates. One has biscuits with a fresh glaze of honey, and on the other is full of peanuts with the shells on.

Diaval excitedly snaps his beak at the plate. "Now where have you been?" Mrs. Treetrunks chides. "You had your beautiful girl worried sick!" He sheepishly tries to hide in your hair. "Eat your breakfast," she points at you both, "the both of you."

~

There were still two more days until Maleficent woke up. And in that time, you felt just like her. Having a large raven resting on your shoulder most of the time took a while to get used to. But it was doable. You had made it clear that you always wanted him around, no matter his form. And in return, you now have a long-term shadow.

He only left your side to prepare Maleficent for when she wakes. And unbeknownst to you, he also took that time to find flowers and shiny things he thought you would enjoy.

By the time he was turned back into a human, you shined in all types of treasures. Everything that Diaval could carry that glimmered, you wore. And when he saw you that morning in the sun, all he could do was stare.

"Good morning, my love. It's nice to see you in this form," you closed your door and walked over and took his hands. He looked at you like you were the answers to all of life's questions. The love in eyes was palpable and there was a faint blush growing on his cheeks.