Re: [Carriage House: Raven & Atticus]
[As he stood there, he laughed. Couldn't help himself. Wasn't madness. While he nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there'd come a tapping, as of someone gently rapping, rapping at his chamber door. Muttered:] Tis some visitor tapping at my chamber door. Only this and nothing more. [Chuckled again, even as he crouched. Knew she was injured, but couldn't help himself. Life was such an unbelievable series of events. Decided he would add Poe to the reading list for next semester. Was the prerogative of a visiting professor to set whatever curriculum he liked. Was in a mood to teach about insanely obsessive poets and their literary equivalence to Evanescence songs. Knew Evanescence songs. Didn't even hate them.
Understood, too, that all this had something to do with Janus, Corinthian. Wanted to ask Janus, but didn't want to reignite the name of the nightmare. Janus had reacted poorly to the one mention upon his arrival. Atticus watched as the bird attempted to step, to back away, step again. The croak of pain made him want to just grab the bird up in his thickly lined palm, but wasn't sure that wouldn't cause more trouble.
Put down his second hand.] Come on, stately raven of the saintly days of yore. My knees are too old for crouching, and I know someone who can help.