OOM: In Coyote's Arizona

[creator_raven]

The night is clear, headed towards pleasantly cool, and the stars are very bright. Two figures on a motorcycle can be seen speeding through the desert, purposefully heading someplace. They'll know it when they get there.

It is possible that Raven is in love with Coyote's motorcycle. Speed without wings is not so bad a thing, really. And the desert is beautiful at night, even as a blur in the corners of his eyes.

He laughs--a purely joyful sound that is muffled, somewhat, by the helmet that he wears.

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[creator_raven]

"I do not brood." This is said with great affronted dignity.

He picks up a marshmallow, and works it onto the other stick.

As he sticks it into the flames, he speaks.

"This body is too small, sometimes."

He shrugs.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote tilts her head at him, mouth full of s'more. "Eyshoodo."

A discreet swallow. "That's one thing I find difficult to understand, my dear. You have always trailed other bits of yourself along after you. Memories, especially. Perhaps friends, too. And when they catch up, you have trouble fitting them all. I... am more self contained."

[creator_raven]

"All of me does not fit, in here."

He shrugs again.

"It is a price I pay."

His voice is oddly matter-of-fact.

He takes the marshmallow out of the flames, and fits it between two pieces of chocolate. He shoves the whole thing in his mouth, chews, a bit, and swallows.

It's kind of frightening, in an 'ew' sort of way.

[howling_laugh]

Show-off.

"It is because you are at the end, I suspect. You didn't have so much trouble, before."

She shrugs, and fiddles with her stick.

[creator_raven]

He smiles.

"More true than you think, Coyote. I remember that, too."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote stuffs another marshmallow in her mouth and turns around to spread out her sleeping bag.

"So, then. What will you do to fix it? That is a silly word. What will you do at all, if anything?"

[creator_raven]

He shrugs, and turns away from the fire.

It is difficult to see his face, and he makes it even more so by laying out his sleeping bag.

"What I have always done. Help where I can, interfere where I choose, and make life as difficult as possible for those that annoy me."

He laughs, softly. It is remarkably free of madness.

"There are still things to learn. I am not finished yet. The end is a boring place--there are no people left."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote eyes their camp, and then the beautiful night. "Why don't we make use of this scenery, then? The fire will still be here when we get back." She eyes it, and it gets the point.

"Shall we run- and fly?"

[creator_raven]

Raven beams.

"That would be very wonderful, Coyote."

And in moments, Raven takes to the sky.

Here and now, he is very simply happy.

And if, on occasion, he flies low enough to grab at Coyote, he's also close enough to lose some tailfeathers.

Silly bird.

[howling_laugh]

She tosses her head back and lets out her trademark laugh, that segues into a howl.

A scrawny coyote lopes away from the camp, following the sound of fluttering wings.

It is close to dawn before they return, and the fire is still burning.