@nczgul
The raven waddled one way, then another. There was no clear direction in where they were headed. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. The world felt like it was spinning. He couldn’t fly, which was likely for the best. One wing hung low, a rather large burn taking up most of the side of his body, from what you could call his shoulder and down his back.
Eventually he stopped when he found some cover under a bench, needing to rest. Between the spell that freed him and the iron, he was weak. Avoiding the confusing sea of legs was the best bet. At least until he could get a better idea of where he was. Eyes darting this way and that anytime someone had walked too close to the bench. He was scared and alone. He didn’t want to be found, but he didn’t know who he was hiding from. He just knew he needed to stay hidden.















