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creator_raven) wrote2011-11-08 11:19 pm
creator_raven) wrote2011-11-08 11:19 pm
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The night is cold and crisp, and the moon shines brightly down on the uncovered pool near to Raven's house.
A shadow crosses it, vast and black. With the way it falls against the water, it almost makes the coattails look like wings.
Raven stands silent and still, looking out over the stones of the riverbank, and out into the surrounding trees.
Perhaps he is thinking.
It is, after all, a thing that happens.
Or maybe he is simply waiting.
That happens, too.
A shadow crosses it, vast and black. With the way it falls against the water, it almost makes the coattails look like wings.
Raven stands silent and still, looking out over the stones of the riverbank, and out into the surrounding trees.
Perhaps he is thinking.
It is, after all, a thing that happens.
Or maybe he is simply waiting.
That happens, too.