"What's that face, kid?" Briar grinned as feathers took the place of her skin and the ground grew closer. It would have been polite of her to fill him in, but not only was this by far her least researched plan since she was sixteen but she was also still feeling a little bitey from earlier.
Raven's weren't small birds, but the windowsill was still more than accommodating for her to perch on, tilt her head and listen. One person aside, deeply asleep. Hardly moving. Good. Another flutter and she glided over to the other room and found it to be empty, even better. In fact, the only movement she could hear was distant in the upstairs, far enough away that she couldn't make out too many details. That meant they shouldn't her them either.
The raven launched herself off the windowsill, shifted midfall, and Briar landed crouched in her place. Showing off a bit sure, but where was the fun in not having a few dramatic flourishes? From the sack she pulled one flower and set it on top before digging around in her pockets, "I still stand by the statement that I'm not short, you're far too tall." Although she was quite familiar with the fact that she was petite, she didn't like it pointed out unless it was emphasized on purpose. Briar had spent most of her life trying to take up more space if possible, always trying to grab things that didn't belong to her and that included the space around her. From her boot she pulled out a small knife with a strong handle, and from her pocket a metal fastening.