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Raven is, perhaps, a little tired of flying.

Mostly the part where he is flying and not finding Spoon.

Some things are trickier than they need to be.

It is unfortunate.

Possibly this is why Raven is poking at the door to the TARDIS, waiting for Ace to say he can come in.

He is not so very good at waiting, sometimes.

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It is like a comedy of errors - Raven is at the TARDIS, but Ace is upstairs in the bar, picking the lock to Raven's door since the silly bird won't open it.

...

A few minutes later she closes the door sheepishly and wanders herself back towards the TARDIS, sans bird.

It is entirely possible that, while waiting, Raven has begun attempting to draw on the TARDIS.

With chalk.

It is easy to remove!

That is, of course, if any gets on it in the first place.

Time travel is tricky.

Ace sees what you did there! She'd smack him for that, but she's too busy tackling him from behind.
"Ravenravenraven guess what?" She chirps, now clinging in a decidedly monkey-ish fashion.

Raven does not fall over.

Not quite.

"You have found Spoon, perhaps?"

Either that or she has forgotten him, but Raven is possibly hoping it is not so much that.

What is it with people thinking she's going to forget her family? For crying out loud.
"He's come home. He's a'right. Well. Yeah, a'right."

There's a telling pause.

"And married but that's not important because she's twelve and... um. Not here."

Something flickers in Raven's eyes.

It is not a trick of the light.

"It is a quick marriage, that, yes?"

"..." She hies in his coat. Not literally, because she'd have to let go of Raven to grab her feather.
"He's been away for two years. In Troy."

Raven drops the chalk and hugs his sister.

A lot.

"Some have, I think, been away longer."

He looks down at her, black eyes so very bright.

"You are wanting to go inside, perhaps?"

Ace nods, and finally does let go enough to dig out her key and shove it in the lock. The door creaks a little as it opens - perhaps the TARDIS complaining about the too-soon return of the resident Time Lord, after the marathon of trips in the last week, local time.

Raven accidentally kicks the doorway as he steps through.

It is good, perhaps, that he is made of clay.

He does not, however, let go of Ace.

Now is not so much the time for that.

It's an awkward little two-step dance into the control room.

"Still need t'find Wells. Annie's worried sick. Not that I did Spoon any good." Ace sighs, freeing herself. There's always something else to do.

Raven does not make a face at her.

Really.

He does, however, ruffle her hair.

"You looked. Some people stop."

Beat.

"Wells is not still looking?"

Is it an epidemic?

"Wells is now one of the looked-for. Went missin' a few days ago - evidently disappeared while talkin' to Lissar. Mid-word an' everything." Ace feels this game is getting old. The universe can stop gunning for her family now, say thankya.

Raven frowns, eyes flaring again.

"That, I think, is very irritating. Perhaps it is a problem with outside?"

"Dunno. Sommat about it seems familiar, somehow... well, I took a trip like that once, but that was a timestorm an' there haven't been any of those an' anyway it was Fenric's fault an' he isn't here."

Ace can babble with the best of them.

"They are invisible things, perhaps?"

Raven has no idea.

It is the trouble with cheating, perhaps.

Sometimes.

"Anything's possible. No one's seen them, that's f'sure - Spoon didn't, Lan didn't, an' Lissar sure as hell didn't." It is all very frustrating.

"It is not only sight for Spoon, I do not think."

Raven is still frowning.

No smell, either? Or sound?

Ace wrinkles her nose at him.
"Nothin' else either, smartass. Just boom, hi, you're in the Bronze Age now. Have fun."

Raven spits out something.

It is a very old curse.

Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately), there is nothing around to be hit by it.

"That, I think, is fucking annoying, yes?"

Somewhere on the grounds, surely, a statue is giving the tree-what-is-a-TARDIS a perfectly filthy look. But no matter. Ace is giving her brother very curious look. That certain tone of voice usually means cursing, but she certainly doesn't know that one.

"Rather. Gives me no leads on where t'find Wells, 'cept maybe in the same spot... but Spoon didn't hear anything about Wells there, an' Wells disappeared while Spoon was still gone."

Raven is still frowning.

"This, I think, would be less complicated if it were a thing I had seen."

This is very true.

For the most part.

"Ta, Cap'n Obvious, for that update." She snorts, poking him. "I'd be more than happy t'sic you on this whatever it is - I'd prolly end up somewhere that's all cold an' rainy an' not havin' any boom."

Raven tugs her closer.

It is a thing.

"You are for having a feather, yes? So."

As long as she keeps that, it will be all right.

Somehow.

"Fine. I'll be cold an' wet an' bird-shaped. M'sure that'll help." Yes, Ace knows what he means. She's just pulling his chain. She's lost afraid to tease Spoon now - the 'wife' isn't dead, just in a different time.

He could always go back and get her, if he decides Ace is too much trouble.

Raven considers.

"Possibly if you are a duck, yes? There is oil."

Raven can . . . . make Ace a duck, if she prefers.

Perhaps.

"Don't you dare!" Squeaks Ace, scooting out of immediate range. What is immediate duck-turning range, anyway?

Raven snorts.

"I am not so fond of ducks as that."

Honestly. Who does Ace think Raven is?

Don't answer that.

"They are smelly. Also loud."

Ace still stays out of range. YOU NEVER KNOW.
"And they're ducks." She clarifies, hammering the point home.

"Yes."

Raven nods. Possibly Ace has hit her head on something.

Like air.

"Jays are better, I think."

So.

"Duh." But she's mollified - it looks that she won't be turned into a waterfowl anytime soon. "That's like sayin' a Yorkie bar is better than brussel sprouts."

Raven laughs.

"But it is very true, yes? So."

Why is she complaining again?

She isn't! She's just sayin'.
"So." There's a comfortable sort of pause, the sort where you know where you stand with the other person, and it is good.
"Wonder where Spoon's shirt went."

It is entirely possible that, at this point, Raven begins looking through his pockets.

"It is not a thing you were hiding, perhaps?"

"Nono, see... Sophie did this searchin' spell thing, usin' Spoon's shirt. It disappeared after Sophie lectured it, so... wonder where it went." Ace explains, giggling at her brother.

Raven considers this, head tilted.

"Possibly if she is for screaming loudly enough, it will come back?"

Sometimes things are just that simple.

Ace snickers at that.
"Don't think Howl'll appreciate me askin' his girlfriend t'scream." She helpfully points out.

"It is so important for him to be knowing?"

Really, now.

"He's a wizard. He can turn me into a toad."

Yes, Raven. DUH.

Raven shrugs.

"It is, I think, simple enough to turn back. So."

Duh, Ace.

"But I don't want t'be a toad, even for a little bit." Ace glowers.

Crazy bird.

"They hop."

Raven is shocked.

Hopping.

"It is not so boring as that."

Though not as good as flying, of course.

"I can hop as a non-toadified me ta very much!"

First a duck, now a toad? It isn't fair.

"But you are, I think, not as green."

Or brown.

It is disappointing.

"But it's not that easy being green!" She protests. "Aren't things hard enough?"

Raven considers this.

"Possibly you are fond of chartreuse?"

Because that is nothing like green.

Really.

Ace tries to decide if he's kidding.

Then she decides that discretion is the better part of valor, at least in this case.

Yes, she runs like hell into the maze-like hallways of the TARDIS.

Raven follows.

And he, unlike some people wearing boots, does not clomp.

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