#cawbeau

                         it was difficult to   TRUST   the eyes   ---   whether they be blinded or masked   ;   she doesn't believe her eyes when she witnessed a   CRIMSON   blur appear in the corner of her eye, turning to witness the figure that came from that very blur.   (   masked   ------   white fang   ?   with a mask like that   ...   whoever it was, whatever they   WANTED  , it couldn't have been well .   )   the first thing that rises is her shield, then does come her voice.   ❛❛   you   ---   who a   -   are you   ?   i don't kn   ---   know you   ...   ❞

           but he was certainly not prepared for raven. the seasoned huntsman plays off the casualness of her appearance at a random inn between patch and vale, hand at his hip, “to what do i owe the pleasure this time?”

                ❛  hey  — -  i’m trying to  help  you — !  ❜    he thinks her wing is hurt , with how she favors it .   BUT WHAT DOES HE KNOW ?    the farm doesn’t get very many blackbirds .  there’s a chance that this could be normal . still he’ll worry until he can get a closer look .      //   @cawbeau  ♥ ‘d

                                                              starter call / @cawbeau

    ❛ careful where you’re swinging that ! might hurt someone, hurt yourself. ❜

Summer shakes her head, a tired sigh releasing at the words. only RAVEN could manage to say the word ‘ LAW ’ like spitting out a bitter seed. maybe, if it weren’t for the winter chill & her tired limbs, Summer would protest more. now : ` well, fine. but if you get into trouble, I won’t VOUCH for you this time. ` she squints at the bottle, nose wrinkling in distaste, but they both know her words have no meaning behind them.

“May I ask the reason for this little meeting?”