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[creator_raven]

It is a rather pleasant day, all things considered, and Raven is amusing himself by sprawling comfortably on a rock by the lake.

He leans back on his elbows, looking up at the sky.

His feet are bare.

There is a plate of cookies resting at the base of the rock, but no milk.

Raven does not trust himself not to spill it.

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[creator_raven]

"It is not so difficult, perhaps."

Raven grins, holding out the feather.

"Though I might always tell you again."

He's laughing, now, just a little.

[awesome_lilly]

Lilly takes the feather, grinning back at him.

"You probably should, or else I'm just going to be standing here twiddling the feather for no reason and... that sounds dirty. So. how does this go again?"

[creator_raven]

He laughs brightly, ruffling his hair with one hand.

"You must think 'bird' to grow feathers, and 'Lilly' to change back. Trust to the instincts of the body, and I will launch you from my arm, yes? Also you might try from the rock, if you prefer. It is possibly high enough."

Possibly.

[awesome_lilly]

"Okay, then."

Lilly closes her eyes, thinking of birds and flight and her memories of doing this before. There's an odd shrinking and lightening sensation, and then she's flapping glossy black wings and trying to remember how to perch on Raven's arm.

Hey, I think I've got it!

[creator_raven]

"So you do, I think."

He shifts the position of his arm, giving her a moment to settle.

Then he flings her skyward, following after with a raucous caw.

It sounds like laughter.