Re: [Woods: Patrick & Raven]
She knew movement - her other form was filled with it. But without wings, she went stiller, as she currently was, and it took her time (that she hadn't yet had) to come back to moving freely within her body and the space around her. It was easier to move in the sky, surrounded by air and nearly weightless with updrafts beneath her wings, than to move once she was on the ground again, heavy with gravity and solid bones.
It was true, the grin did look better on his face than the frown of contemplation and uncertainty. It lightened her own expression in return, a relaxing of her brows and a deepening at the corners of her lips. They twitched, almost a smile, when he laughed out loud. She liked the sound of it, his human laughter. She didn't quite have it in her to return it, but even subtle, her enjoyment of the moment was obvious. Better than the moments that came before it.
Her gaze shifted to that pointing finger of his, and she watched it, her eyes slipping between it and the shake of his own head. She cocked hers slightly to the side again, understanding that he wasn't simply going to walk away and leave her alone, and maybe that would be alright... at least for a little while. There was no itch under her skin, no tremors in her limbs. Yet. There was time to spend, and when the time ran out, she would "disappear" again. Poof!
So if he wasn't going to leave her alone in the woods (though she knew that he had seen her out there on her own more than once before), what was he going to do? She shifted her face again towards his lookout, keeping her gaze on him as she did, and then she blinked. She figured that should be enough to ask her question.