Re: [Carriage House: Raven & Atticus]
[After what seemed an age, the door opened before her beak could strike again, and she simply stayed there, still, her head titled down toward the ground. She could feel her heart racing beneath her ribs, her keel nearly vibrating with the force of it. She should feel light, able to fly, but everything seemed heavy instead, dragging her down toward the ground with every fluttering heartbeat. Her one wing - the left - was held out from her body and drooped awkwardly. She hadn't heard the snap of bone, but that didn't mean that there wasn't pain. And there were plenty of ways to be injured beyond a simple fracture.
But the door had opened, and it was the scent of Atticus that was nearly overwhelming, the one she knew from the morning after the party but without the sickness. There was coffee and the heavy scent of man - more than one - but she had nowhere else to go. And even if she had, she doubted that she could reach it at the moment. Her beak opened, but all she could manage was a single croak of pain. She didn't even look up.]