2020-10-27: Out came the sun's child - Parker meets a Corax
| Out Came the Sun[1] | |
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| Drawn by curiosity about a set of standing stones, Parker meeds a Corax who is more than a bit of a show-off | |
| IC Date | October 27, 2020 |
| IC Time | afternoon |
| Players | Parker and Swift Wing upon the High Wind |
| Location | Cobre Desert at a Ring of Stones |
Shortly after noon finds Parker Drew Morales out in the depths of the Cobre Desert. She's wearing khaki shorts and a white shirt with her typical gray boots belted on the outside of her ankles. She's found a ring of stones and has stopped, having parked her motorcycle near by, and is examining it while occasionally drinking water from a relatively large (one foot diameter to a side) metal canteen which has gray and red stripped fabric on its sides.
There are many things out in the desert. Few of them are humans. And up in the sky? Up in the sky, it is hard to hide. But the large, black bird that is slowly soaring high above is not trying to hide. He's been there a while now, watching below. He, too, saw the ring of stones and right now, the human that is approaching them. So high, high above turns in to not so high above. And soon enough, his shadow would start to be cast upon the ground as he circles like a vulture. Except, not a vulture.
Parker isn't looking up, her focus is on the stones, examining them curiously. However, it would take a truly oblivious individual to not be aware that creatures could be about. When the bird's shadow passes over her and the markings upon the stone she is looking at she's aware of it. A glance, with hand raised to shade her eyes from the brightness of the sun, sees the large corvid. She frowns to herself and looks like she is considering what to do next as she looks away from the bird's direction.
It is a very curious place, this ring of stones. And the presence of the woman is also curious. The desert is a dangerous place, normally. And curiosity is what the raven is all about. So lower and lower he goes, that shadow growing each pass of his circle.
It is just one of those things, really. A random meeting with a random animal out in the middle of nowhere square. And that meeting becomes all the more real when the large bird finally lands upon one of those large stones. One of the six feet tall ones. Strong claws clicking on the stone itself, wings folding up along his body, head moving about, letting black eyes peer around.
Parker notices the bird landing, how could she miss it, but doesn't seem bothered by its presence. She kneels down and examines the plant growth, itself unusual out here in the desert. While she does, she starts talking, "So, this is a strange place to find out in the desert in my opinion, but these plants more so than anything else. Vines are not typical in a desert," addressing the bird apparently.
The large raven watches carefully, head constantly moving about to account for all angles seen at all times. He does lower his head a bit to her statement, starting to poke-poke his beak against the hard rock. Well, it is more than a poke, really. Its more of a hard peck. Given the size and strength of a ravens beak, it makes for a nice clicking sound. He pauses, looking at her, to then peck a few more times.
Whether its a habbit or nerves or just strangeness, Parker keeps talking to the bird. "Something's causing this to grow here," she says as she feels the vine's surface texture and internal springiness. "I wonder if there's an underground spring here or if something more... unusual is at work here," she ponders outloud as she inches around the stone with the plant growing from it which coincidentally puts her closer to the stone that the raven has alighted on as a perch.
The large bird lets out a loud, almost doom-like in quality, Kraaa! It rings out slowly, drawn out, even. And he does this as she comes closer to the stone, as if it marked a step towards dooom. It is almost as if the bird is trying to have a flair for the dramatics! He does move a bit closer to the edge, though, peering down over it at her as she inspects the stone. His head lowers a bit more, tapping at the stone again with that powerful beak of his.
A warm breeze blows past the stones and the beings at it.
Parker chuckles at the quality of the bird's call. "You find the place disturbing also, do you?" she asks it. She then looks up at it for a moment and then opens the cap of her canteen and takes a drink from it. As she closes it she glances at the bird agan and says, "How rude. Your cousins would want me to offer some to you... if I only had a good way to give you some," to it.
The raven replies. But the reply is made in a way that seems to be trying to sound eerie, once more. It is a Kraaa like before, but it is broken up into several staccato like sounds, each ringing out 3 times 3 timese. His beak clicks closed to this, head tilting to look down at her. Of course, the bird is not moving from his perch. Its a good perch. 6 feet up! Its either that, or risk being 6 feet under!
Not understanding the raven, Parker just shakes her head and lets the canteen fall against her hip. Feeling safe, alone and all with only the animals and the elements as her company, Parker simply says it. "If you know a Corax tell them hello from Eyes-in-the-Dark. I hear that Corax-kin will be majestic and fit like yourself and may even be smart enough to know when their kin are discussed." She watches the bird for any sort of reaction, rocking back onto her heels to do so as if she has all the patience in the world while her exposed skin starts to take on a somewhat visibly ruddy tone due to the time its been exposed to the sun.
Silence. Utter silence befalls the raven to this. That head of his that was bobbing around like mad goes .. so .. very still. He stares down at her, that black eye gleaming intelligently down at her. And that lasts for .. 3 seconds? Almost 3 seconds. But how often does a raven just -stare- at you like that, with its head not moving? Then suddenly it begins to wobble around again, beak opening and closing a few times, clicking in the air. The large bird leans forward slowly, managing his balance perfectly on the edge of the tall rock. Its almost as if he was reaching for her, but not quite. He stands like that for another 3 seconds before he pulls himself up, letting out a very low.. and deep.. kraaa. Its super drawn out as well.
No outward reaction shows on Parker's face. She just sits there, weight balanced on her toes and heels while she uses her knees and thighs as a counterbalance. As odd as bird not moving for three seconds, how about a woman doing so while watching the bird. If it weren't for the blinking and the breathing she could be a statue. Patience. Almost like a spider at the center of a web... or beneath a trapdoor... waiting.
Should he? No! He really should not. But.. should he? No! Most certainly not! Secrecy is important! But.. he should, shouldn't he? I mean, let's face it. Showing off is so much more important that not showing off! But he really shouldn't. He really should be quiet...
The raven suddenly pulls himself up, his large wings spreading out to each side to show off his MAGNIFICENT size! And, really, for a raven? Well, he's quite large! He even sort of spreads out his feathers, making him quite the profile against the blue sky! "Eyes-in-the-Dark!" he calls out .. in .. rather perfect English, "Behold Helios Child, Worshipper of the Sun and abolisher of Shadows!" he adds, "Swift Wing upon the High Wind of Ravens Chosen! Honored Hrafn of the Wolves of the North! Carrier of the Sacred Lights and Close Ally of the Many Legged whos Name is Bob!" Clearly, this Raven has been in close contact with Garou .. a bit too long. He's tacket on a lot of titles to himself, "I know your kind, Woman of the Many Legs! Eyes-in-the-Dark!"
A smile forms on Parker's lips as the Corax speaks with her. "Hrafn," she says struggling a little with the pronunciation less for the non-English origin of the name and more just due to it not being similar to anything she has ever heard, "And Bob." She smirks even more broadly as she asks, "Is he silent?" She shifts her weight and stands with a single fluid motion unaffected by her self-amused but muted chuckling over her funny (to her at least) joke.
The raven slowly lets his impressive wingspan go away, folding his wings along his body and making him sleek and slim once more, "Swift Wing upon the High Wind, for you are no Wolf of the North. You are no Hildisvini.." he informs, "But I have granted you my name, as you have granted me yours." he silences, "Bob? Can you not hear him singing?" he asks, "He is far from silent." And clearly he did not get the joke! "Why does one who peer from darkness seek to so openly ask for those who fly in Helios light?"
"I am Eyes-in-the-Dark, as stated before when I thought you might be a simple animal," Parker says. "I will cross the Great Web if you wish, but if Bob is a spirit I cannot hear him on this side," she explains before adding, "No other name will I give you because if you want my human name you should give me your's as I gave you my name first."
"Human name? What use would one of Ravens Own have of a human name?" The raven asks, "I am Swift Wing upon the High Wind. I need not be another." The raven almost tries to sound indignant, but not quite making it. Could be the lack of facial expressions, only having mimiced voice inflections to use, "And then you are Eyes-in-the-Dark! You need not be any other." he pauses, "So you can not hear Bob singing. It is your loss, but it is not important. Bob always sings." he then silences. Claws clickety-clacking on the stone as he shifts position, "... interesting stones out here." he tries.
Parker nods. "Yes, as is the company," she says referencing the Corax himself. And then asks him "So you have any insight on them yourself, Quick Wing on the Upper Winds?" totally butchering the name but seemingly not in jest as she delivers it as if that is the name she remembers despite having heard it correctly a moment before.
The raven falls silent a few moments to this, staring down at her, "Swift Wing upon the High Winds. I have no other name than that." he reminds her, moving a bit along the edge of the large stone pillar, "I have no insight. I have never seen these stones before." he pauses, "I have never flown over here before. So I would never have seen them before. But they do not look like they belong out here. This is a desert. There are no other stones like these around."
Parker nods at the correction and shows no sign of umbridge over it on her features. "Someone put them here, definitely," she says, "I don't recognize these markings, the spirals could just be spirals but these others... seem to be in patterns." She is indicating the Ogham staves not recognizing themselves as an ancient Celtic writing system.
And just like that, the ravens attention span is .. gone. Just, gone. Completely, and utterly, dissipated! Like her inability to recall names, his inability to remain still for more than five minutes is equally bad. The raven lifts his head up suddenly, watching the skies, "I shall have to return. Come back later. Find out more. But no more today. No more now." His black eyes return to her, "Until another time comes upon us, Eyes-in-the-Dark. When Helios deems it." he lets out a loud KRAAA! before he spreads his wings and suddenly takes flight, gaining altitude quickly.
- ↑ Quote from the poem The Itsy Bitsy Spider's Child - Parker Meets a Corax
