Re: [Carriage House: Raven & Atticus]
[It took a moment, once the door was opened. Some detached part of her mind realized that this was likely not a common occurrence for him, to receive a bird visiting at his door. It was hardly a common occurrence for her either. She didn't normally go walking around and rapping on people's doors, and if she'd had her way, it wasn't something she'd do at all. It was only an emergency that had necessitated it.
The groan from above made her heart drop. It felt like a snowblanket of annoyance and disappointment falling from the sky to layer over her. The pain kept throbbing through her wing and into her chest, and that groan only added to it. She took two awkward and ungainly steps backwards and then shifted from foot to foot several times, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to walk away again. Then he laughed - at her? She supposed it had to be at her. What else would he have been laughing at?
But a hand came into view, thick fingers and wide palm, and she tilted her head to look up at him through one eye. His face was distorted from the angle, the distance, but it was obviously him, and he seemed to be waiting patiently. And once again, she had no other choice. Her awkward steps drew her closer again, but she knew just by looking that his single hand wasn't going to be steady enough. Maybe if she'd been uninjured and had her normal sense of balance, she'd be able to perch on his wrist, but she was scared of toppling over without a little more support.
She had no way to tell him that though, so what the next few moments brought was a strange sort of dance to try to explain. She shifted her weight to place one foot carefully on his hand, and instead of jumping on, she stepped away again. And then repeated it with her other foot. The same sort of pained croaking came from her throat, and she tipped her head to try to look at his other hand. Both. She needed both.]