An Unkindness

Aresenn listened attentively as Absinth shared the profound significance of the raven and their unique connection. The depth of her passion for the creature was evident, and he found himself lightly amused by the interplay between Absinth and her newfound friend as she would have it. "I see. How silly of me to think that." Aresenn replied, a hint of amusement coloring his stoic expression. The fact that the raven had spontaneously given him a moniker was both unexpected and oddly endearing. "So, Fireboy, huh?" he mused, glancing between Absinth and the raven with his half-smirk playing on his lips.

Absinth's explanation of gaining the raven's trust through offerings and a gradual connection only deepened his groggy investment. Aresenn's curiosity lingered, and he asked, "What's her name, then?"  He was beginning to accept the reality that she had formed a bond with a bird. Although he would give it more serious thought a bit later when he had time to wake up, for now he was willing to entertain the idea if it meant something to Absinth. He would be willing to take in interest in the bird, himself.

"Aresenn Praetor"