Raven is less eager, but he moves between the two companions as they let him, investigating each. They are, in their own way, akin to all his shiny, collectable things. Particularly with their starred appearances, and Weaver can tell he’s trying to figure out how he collects living things. Which really means he’s trying to figure out how to make friends. Those two ideas are synonymous to him. He suddenly dives away in search of something, and she lets him go, keeping part of her attention on their bond to make sure he doesn’t go too far.
“Weaver,” she offers, the words sounding and feeling a bit more natural through her beak now. She’s used the form quite a bit, but being able to talk is a new thing still, and she’s not used to it. She’s always used the form for spying and fighting before. “Somewhere about here is Raven.” As if on cue the other bird returns, two rocks in his beak. They are smooth black things that catch the moonlight and glimmer. He lands, leaving one near Lyra and another a slight distance off for Lucius if the other is interested.
Then he hops back to Weaver’s side, standing there for a moment before hopping away a bit, examining the area. “Sorry about him, he really likes to collect everything. Usually he just takes my stuff, though sometimes he gives gifts.” She laughs and this still comes out as a caw. Maybe that is how raven’s laugh. “Can I ask what you are, exactly?”
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