Who: Raven and John Blackfeather What: A Reverse Darth Vader. Raven's flock is growing. He's freaking out a bit. When/Where: Tonight/ The tree behind their home in Alaska. Warnings: Flailing? And a rating of 'A' for awkward.
Raven didn't exactly handle change gracefully. Even though he was supposed to be a trickster, an embodiment of change and surprise... well, some things just worked on different timelines, for him. Like family. Marriage. Puberty (even if he had admittedly rushed along his own). So the idea of his now-teenage son showing up, just as his wife wanted to try for another hatchling was, in a word, perplexing.
At least his son seemed... good. Strong, smart, flexible. A good man. Medicine man, technically, but who was counting? Then again, he was probably more still, with Navi being a fairy and not a human. Well, whatever he was, he was Raven's son. And they were going for a flight. That should help, right?
The shift from man to bird was instant, seamless, before Raven fluttered up and landed on one of the sturdier branches in the tree. He figured John would be out in a minute, and was frankly glad for a minute to just sit and preen. And try to remember when his life made less sense than this.