Twilight had come and laid her dark blanket over Corrin’s castle yet again, the sun slinking away into a nest of clouds, hiding away from the realm that housed ambition and conquest yet again.
It was at this dusk-born hour that Inshel finally put down her quill, and stood from her desk, stretching. After spending so much of the day pouring over her work, it was at this gloomy hour she would finally step outside, to visit the crows.
Talking to the birds somehow kept her sane, through the endless amounts of stress and work she gave herself, to keep out of the eye of army.
Snatching the remains of the bread on her desk, Inshel wanders out, lighting the shadowed path with the glow of her markings. Just like every day, there is a group of crows gathered just outside her tent, hopping about and cawing at each other. She tosses them the bread, and watches them tear it apart aggressively. However, when she realizes one of them sits away from the group, tilting it’s head and eyeing her, she sits in the grass with a small sigh.
“...Come to listen to me talk again, today, have you? Well, I’ve nothing new to tell you this time, my friend. The days are still blurring into one another. Some things never change...”
Inshel trails off, reaching out and gently stroking raven feathers with a single, slender finger.
Wait...there was something...off, about this crow.
