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fat crow

[saraicus]

Crow & Muffins | Announcement

If I take a month's break from the, "So, Mote It, Be" series, will I wake up to a burning house? I'm joking. The new chapter will come out soon. #JusticeForMatthew, and #MatthewTakingOneForTheTeam

Matthew just wanted blueberry muffins, lol. Also, @idontknowwhatnametoset comment was so out of pocket for chapter 14. I HOLLERED but then cried. Sorry, Matthew. His fate is up to the reader, and the amount of bullying I get from @strawberrylemonrabbit and @idontknowwhatnametoset. If I get bullied and doxxed, he'll live. Actually, please don't dox me.

They love Matthew, and so do most of the readers. So, maybe he'll live, I'm still thinking. Jkjk.

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Fat Crow just liked one of my readers and I'm dead

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The Beginning - Part 2

         J i b b s

People think we can speak to animals, or so I heard from Jack. I believe he often enjoys fooling them and reinforcing that belief, but honestly, that’s a whole lot of buzzard crap. If anything, I’m only more used to seeing birds and animals of all sizes from up close, as we share the same space back home. I learned their habits and can read into their body language perhaps, but in no way have I ever had an animal speak to me.

But of course, humans will keep believing whatever they want. To be honest I think Jack’s idea of keeping them dumb on the matter is on point. The more stupid things they think they know about us, the better.

I met Jibby (or Jibbs, as I most often call her) on a stormy night… yeah, no. It was a regular day, regular weather, some clouds in the sky and the air smelled of fish. Someplace called Varra? Vienna? No. Vierra. I think. Those darned Humans and their funny names for places. How they even keep track of which town is called what, I wonder. I know they use maps, I’m not an idiot, but so many of them keep up with so many places in such ease, especially the adventurers. I sometimes feel like they ate one too many maps for breakfast. Whatever... 

I was waiting for a handful of kids to get out of the way so I could fly from the tree I was sitting in to the other side of the dusty path drawn across the offshore village, aiming for a pie. I had seen a thin, hard looking woman place it on the edge of the window of her shanty to let it cool down, humming an air I never heard of and never bothered to remember either. The kids far enough so that they would have no chance of noticing the faint flutter of my wings, and nothing else but a shaggy dog and a young goose coming this way, I crossed the road. As I was about to land, and in my head I was going to do so in complete silence, a large black ball bopped me. I bounced in the air with a yelp, too fast and too surprised to flap my wings and ended up right in the middle of the pie, where the cuts are made in the crust to let the vapors out (something I learned watching humans cook in a tavern). My behind didn’t appreciate the warmth. I like the comfort of a snug nest as much as any other fairy my size, but that heat was a bit too much. It carried its way right into my clothes, on which the strawberry filling stuck as I jumped to my feet. The window opened fully, the bang of wood hitting wood rang in my ears and the shrill voice of the hard looking woman, no longer humming, startled me enough to push me back in the burning pie, short breathed and heart beating fast.

She had a square shaped face and a long, thin droopy nose, and she was close enough that I never really noticed the colour or the length of her hair. I did notice, though, that her breath smelled like fruits. She must had been eating the remaining filling as she waited.

“Ya bird’n ya death-damned pixie bittah git’ away o’ my pie or else!” she screeched. She sounded a bit like what I think a banshee’s cry would be. Jack met banshees, but I never did. I have no idea where they live and according to him, they are not all that kind to fairies either.

I looked sideways and noticed the so-called bird the banshee-woman was talking about. It looked more like a water filled balloon with a long grey beak than an actual bird. And the water balloon was stuffing itself as fast as it could, digging into the crust without as much as taking a breath. The woman’s hand swiped the air too close to my head for comfort and hit the balloon bird on the beak. It extended its wings with a condemning caw as it took off, sending a large gust of wind my way. With a curtain of hair now in my face, I instinctively grabbed its claw so it pulled me out of the pie in the process.

Fortunately neither of us was hurt, except for my slightly overheated behind. We landed much farther up the dusty road, under a bush filled with berries. The bird’s beak was still covered in fruit jelly. So was my backside. I must admit, I was worried about the bird’s weight. She (it was clearly a she, I don’t know how humans can’t make the difference between male and female) was unhealthy. So I took it upon myself to make her lose some of that fat. Just enough so she would be free to fly a reasonable distance without exhausting herself. She was not too keen with the idea at first, obviously, but I had seen a brother do something similar before. He simply tricked the birds into following him around. I found this to be stupidly easy with this one.

Jibby likes pebbles. I am still unsure what conditions a pebble must fill in order to become ‘the perfect pebble’, but Jibby likes pebbles. As a matter of fact, Jibby will go to great lengths to ensure that she doesn’t lose her favourite pebble. I simply stole the thing whenever I wanted her to fly or when I needed to take her attention off food. Somehow, we became friends. I don’t know if it’s because she thinks I’m just a smaller annoying bird who needs guidance, or if it’s because I stuck to her like tree sap for a couple of days. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with me stealing her treasure. She gets very moody when I do that. Maybe one day I’ll figure out how this happened.

In any case I’m more grateful now to her than she’ll ever be to me, because soon enough, I would need her more than I ever could have imagined...