She would probably kill to have the kind of magic Mesec did. Not that she knows any of this right now, of course, but dude, his mother is the Goddess of dark shit. That’s pretty much her heaven, right there. She would absolutely be friends with the Moon Goddess if the Goddess was in the habit of befriending worthless little upstarts like herself. Also, she serves a different God, technically, and Sparky was a good one. That take no shit attitude also suited her just fine.

It was a beautiful evening, and Weaver decided to take advantage of the evening. She hasn’t messed with her magic much, but it seemed like a good night for flying. And she really didn’t feel like walking out of the Basin, as she usually does. So instead, she shifts into a raven, that ripping of flesh and breaking of bones sensation that is mind-numbingly awful coming over her as she does. It’s really a good thing she’s not afraid of pain, because damn man, that hurts.

But then she is a raven, and her Raven is cawing happily as they both take off into the purple together and out over the mountains. Raven is still a better flier than her in this form. She’s not entirely used to the agility that comes with being so small. But he tries to teach her as they go, twirling and diving. Sometimes she can’t keep up, and he slows, trying to find ways to explain the method without words.

She looses track of where they are, and they’ve made it all the way to the Heavenly Fields before she has any idea where they are. She’s been too busy happily twirling and swirling and maybe once or twice smacking herself into a tree branch (to Raven’s delight). The thing that brings her back is a sort of glowing horse, but she’s mid-twirl when she sees the horse and by the time she’s righted herself there’s a wolf there.

Raven and her both begin to circle in the sky lazily, watching this large wolf-thing that she thinks was a horse a moment ago as it plays with a tiny kitsune. Definitely a horse. Because no real wolf would just be playing with something it should otherwise be eating. Probably. She thinks this even knowing that the Basin would soon be trying to not get eaten by wolves themselves.

Eventually, she circles lower, staying off the ground because she’s a little concerned that the giant wolf will just crush tiny little raven her with a paw. Instead, she lets out a caw, forgetting for a moment just how to speak in this form. So she tries again, the words coming out a little odd through beak instead of a mouth, but at least they are words this time. “Fine night, isn’t it?” She says, enjoying the ridiculousness of that comment in this moment. She may actually be talking to a real wolf, she’s not completely sure.

- weaver -