Eyes in the sky

Walking beneath the canopy of pines, Zagan quickly notices he is being followed. Not by a wolf, a predator, or even a herbivore- no, his pursuer was watching him from the sky, swooping from one branch to the next, tracing his movements with beady, black eyes. It’s sharp gaze was fixated on him with an intensity that felt knowing, as if it could depict his actions before he made them. It seemed to mirror his movements, a silent companion intent on accompanying him in his journeys.

Zagan remembered Absinth offering a Raven to each of her children, himself included. Was this the bird she assigned to him? Or did it choose him on its own? Stopping, Zagan shifts his attention to the sky, narrowing his bi-colored gaze at the large, obsidian bird watching him from the pines. Its sleek, dark feathers glimmered beneath the morning light, intelligent eyes honing in on him with a look of interest. Like it wanted him to notice it.

"Speech"