Re: [Carriage House: Raven & Atticus]
[His laughter continued, but it wasn't mocking or malicious. It seemed more at himself and his own thoughts, though that could bring its own set of troubles if he was lost in the amusement of his own mind. She hadn't seen any signs of madness on him as she'd watched since that night they'd met, but she knew, somehow, that the wolf could do strange things to an otherwise sane man.
The words were somehow familiar, set to a beat like a song, and her mind provided the thought of 'poem' for her. And following upon that, the memory of one of their discussions. Some poem that reminded him of her? It was better that he recite a poem than be taken by some random madness.
And there, at last, his other hand. It seemed safer, at least, and steadier. Her little dance finally calmed, and she stepped both feet into his hands. She shifted to settle herself, her injured wing still at a wide angle from her body, and the claws of her feet just a bit sharp against his palm. She lowered herself, like she would in a nest, and burbled at him, rough at the end when she jostled her wing.]