by Rocketai » Wed Aug 10, 2011 7:53 am
(( I think I'm going to start writing in third person too, as everyone is doing so. I don't want to be the only one in first person and reading your awesome skills as sharp as ever in third person kind of inspired me, so I hope you don't mind that I'm changing the narrator ))
The half-raven boy did not know very much in how to answer Anwe's question. It was actually a good question... Where to go? What was behind the mountains, the walls created by the Marquess? As a flying creature, maybe you could just sprout your wings and fly as high as you could and look into the horizon and decide your next destination. But it was hard when your wings are chained down to the ground, which was depressing as a member of the Raven Tribe that had nothing to accomplish on the floor. According to the legend, the oldest sibling of the gods, Raven, especially wanted wings to free himself from the misery on the floor, from the darkness and hopelessness. Maybe that's how Raven felt when he didn't have wings?
To Ruor, however, seemed worse, because they did have wings, they stared at those wings for days and days, heavy and useless. It's like staring at a large buffet with all kinds of meals and opportunities to fill your belly in a just a second, but you can't sit on the table because someone placed a wall - a thick, transparent wall - of glass, just so that you could watch as your stomach growled in desperation.
Back to reality, it is without a doubt that Anwe was expecting a sparkle if Ruor was to tell a place in where they could go, since the boy was known for fleeing a lot from the village and returning next day or next week. Someone spending so much time outside must know some cool places, right? Well, wrong - at least for Ruor. He never managed to go way too far since something inside him was always mumbling words to be around the village. He concluded that he wasn't hearing voices, but more of an instinct. Maybe that's how every member of a Tribe - or just the Raven Tribe - would feel whenever they try to leave?
Before Ruor would start speaking with a half-honest answer, he felt a cold splash on his forehead. He touched and was relieved to know that it was only water. "It's gonna rain." he mumbled with a hoarsed voice as if he didn't spoke in days. Making his large left wing to stand above him like an umbrella, he looked at Anwe "We better leave." and, without another word, he started moving but stopped after a few steps when he remembered something. Blair was still unconscious. Ruor would gladly leave the boy there, maybe some wild animals would take care of him, whether it was in the worse or better side. However, he already had a bad image and Anwe seemed to trust Ruor more then the others, as she was also different and suffered the same problems. Leaving Blair there to rot would not be a very good start.
In silence, he grabbed the boy on the ground with both his arms, still keeping his wing above to prevent from drenching. His silver hair and dark-red clothes were full of leaves stuck on it, but that wasn't Ruor's problem. Blair could very well clean himself after he woke up.

