Crows and Mela

Crows called out over the ghostly display of clouds. Their slow creeping speed across once bright skies brought out their voices. One after another. Each taking their proper turn. Since there was a hierarchy amongst them. Selene being the first of many Corvus gathered. The murder of birds flocked to one singular tree. Where their leader rested on the lowest branch.

It draped down to provide a cover of shade. Much like an umbrella to protect from the heaviness of rain. Her dark, abyss gaze looked down t’wards the earth. Where she could keep an eye on the woman below. Who’s body curled in a ball. Deep in the throes of slumber. Sides rising and falling rhythmically without faulter. Even her crows did not awaken such a peaceful rest.

Melanth turned to stretch limbs. Selene fluttering her wings to silence the collective above. Their song falling short immediately into a dead silence. It was only them did eyes pop open. Pupils undulating to show all presence of Mela herself and not the other who also preoccupied her mind. Helonia. They were one in the same; however, lately Helo found herself lingering in the background for now.

Ever since they’ve grown accustomed to their new friends. Though not really having claimed them, Selene and Nyx, she did not feel the need to take frontal so much. They’d both grown comfortable with this decision. Leaving Mela to take control of the wheel.

Stretching and coming to rise, she wandered towards the near flow of water. The river bank welcoming her tongue as it lapped at the surface to ease a dry throat. Soothing away the need for a drink. She was at ease here.

"Helonia"~~"Melanth"