01-05-2016, 12:03 PM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
She is perhaps far too small to be traveling to the playground alone. But she wants to, and she does. Her mother does not stop her (will not discourage independence, certainly), though there’s a black raven sitting on the black and white filly’s back. There’s nothing particularly magical about this raven. It is, in fact, a feathered black raven that looks entirely ordinary.
Of course it is far from such. It’s the girl babysitter, quite capable of attacking (or turning to fire) should anyone try to harm the Chamber Princess. Straia may be willing to let her children out her line of sight, but only in the most literal sense. She will not let her baby girl go without a protector, and a watchful set of eyes.
This doesn’t bother Weaver though. In fact, she enjoys the raven. It flies right above her mostly, though lands delicately now and again on the girl. Of course, Weaver’s barely got the hang of her own legs (they are still gangly and long and impossible sometimes), let alone trying to walk with extra weight on her back. Raven’s are heavier than you might think, particularly for young girls with a large avian guardian.
That said, the raven is both friend and symbol. She feels loved, protected, and more to the point with her, important. Like her mother, she holds her head high and enters the playground like she owns it. None of this sneaking in and looking for friends. No, the girl is entirely convinced someone will come find her. They always do, don’t they? Act like you belong, and you’ll belong. Her mother had told her.
And so the girl does. Perhaps it doesn’t work from anyone else’s vantage point, but to Weaver, she feels perfectly content and at home. The raven caws on her back before taking off into the sky, not too far away but enough to give her some space. She shoots it an annoyed glace, both because it was being loud and because it’s not sticking around. She sort of wanted others to see her raven.
Maybe that’s not the best first impression. She’ll trust the raven. For now.
Of course it is far from such. It’s the girl babysitter, quite capable of attacking (or turning to fire) should anyone try to harm the Chamber Princess. Straia may be willing to let her children out her line of sight, but only in the most literal sense. She will not let her baby girl go without a protector, and a watchful set of eyes.
This doesn’t bother Weaver though. In fact, she enjoys the raven. It flies right above her mostly, though lands delicately now and again on the girl. Of course, Weaver’s barely got the hang of her own legs (they are still gangly and long and impossible sometimes), let alone trying to walk with extra weight on her back. Raven’s are heavier than you might think, particularly for young girls with a large avian guardian.
That said, the raven is both friend and symbol. She feels loved, protected, and more to the point with her, important. Like her mother, she holds her head high and enters the playground like she owns it. None of this sneaking in and looking for friends. No, the girl is entirely convinced someone will come find her. They always do, don’t they? Act like you belong, and you’ll belong. Her mother had told her.
And so the girl does. Perhaps it doesn’t work from anyone else’s vantage point, but to Weaver, she feels perfectly content and at home. The raven caws on her back before taking off into the sky, not too far away but enough to give her some space. She shoots it an annoyed glace, both because it was being loud and because it’s not sticking around. She sort of wanted others to see her raven.
Maybe that’s not the best first impression. She’ll trust the raven. For now.
weaver
weed and straia's chamber princess