[OOM: In the rafters]

[creator_raven]

The rafters are cool and dark and quiet--well, quieter than the bar beneath, at least.

For the moment, it will serve well enough.

It is the dark and the quiet that have Raven perched on one of the beams, beak tucked beneath his wing.

He might be sleeping.

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[gramarye1971]

The look he gives her at first is curious, and a little puzzled. The puzzled expression fades slowly, as he turns her words over in his mind.

'Very well,' he says at last. 'There are possibilities. And not necessarily unorthodox ones, either.'

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts, resting her chin on her knees.

"Sometimes it is better not to be predictable."

She cracks a slight smile, showing a hint of teeth.

"Or deliberate."

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

Peach glances over at her. "You're the opposite," she says seriously. "Drop your baggage before you go in."

[creator_raven]

Raven's grin broadens, sharpens.

"My hands, I think, are entirely empty."

She holds them up, palms out, fingers spread.

Call it a gesture of intent.

[gramarye1971]

A quick glance at Raven's hands confirms the statement, though it doesn't do much for reassurance.

'Have you any other thoughts on this matter?' he says to Peach, quietly. 'If not, then there is work I ought to be doing elsewhere, in preparation.'

[winged-defender.livejournal.com]

The parrot shakes her head quickly, ruffling her feathers. "That's all I got."

[creator_raven]

Raven's feet drop to hang over the edge of the beam, swinging idly.

"I have thoughts, perhaps, but they are not helpful ones."

Her shoulders twitch.

"And we have spoken of them before. So. I think I will go flying."

And she drops neatly to the ground, striding toward the lakeside door.

[gramarye1971]

Merriman nods a farewell to Raven, then turns back to Peach.

'I will remember,' he says, with a grave nod. 'And thank you, for the reminder.'

And then he is also gone.