Re: Carriage House: Raven / Newt
[She could have snapped at Newt's finger, but she didn't often receive affection in her bird form. Instead of snapping, her eyes closed and her head dipped a little with the pressure of the touch, her beak opening silently in a birdy smile. She didn't move until Newt did, and then it was only to open her eyes again.
They moved toward the window, which opened on its own (not as startling as it might have been before she'd seen him heal her with nothing more than a flick of his wrist). She stepped carefully, almost daintily, off his arm onto the sill, like she was a lady picking her way through a puddled street. She tilted her head to focus one beady black eye on Newt, and she could understand the general gist of his words. Fly. Her feet shifted on the sill, impatience to take off, but she stayed still enough for that last strike along her feathers. That trill came again from her throat, and she turned to worry her beak gently against Newt's fingertips before finally turning toward open sky and stepping from the window, wings opening with a snap and catching the air. One beat of her wings started her upwards and the next lifted her higher. Once she'd gained altitude, she let out a triumphant call and disappeared up into the clouds.]