She had a penchant for affiliating with fellow avians of a differing class, more commonly that of the raven or crow that were a regular presence within clouded skies. Not many of their kind gave her so much as a glance before they took flight, often leaving Stigr upon her perch, abandoned, and a little disheartened despite her spirited nature.
When the handsome raven was caught within her sharp sights, she had a thought to approach him, seeking humble company before dusk whisked her away to her master's cottage. She was not a common falcon, and possessed a heightened intelligence against those ignorant to the wonders and tricks of this marvellous world. Looks could be deceiving, and as the servant of a former God of Trickery, she knew all too well that not everything appeared as it seemed. Stigr had an inkling that the raven upon the fence-line below was of a liking to her in this instance, that by the manipulation of Seidr, of magic, one was able to become what they were not. Though hesitation had her remain beneath the canopy of her grand tree, watching him in secret. Should she approach?
