4/1/2026, 10:01 PM
She woke with a start.
What the fuck, guy?
The Dream Visitor, nonplussed, summoned his Runes. He either pretended not to hear her or simply didn't care; it was actually kind of a wonder why he bothered showing her any of this at all, given she was neither a) a wolf or b) anyone who gave a damn.
She stared at the three portals as he solemnly laid out the terms and risks surrounding each.
I see.
Again, he did not look at the little raven; he was content to stare somewhere off to the left of her. She hopped several paces to the side to ensure he would meet her eyes. Instead, his gaze drifted once more, this time up toward the dark sky.
Sylvie frowned.
Fuckface. I don't like the look of you either.
Flapping noisily up to the three portals she carefully studied them for approximately thirteen seconds each, head cocked as she took special care to listen to the screams emanating from within the last two, then seemed to settle on a decision.
You know, I was mistaken for a songbird once by a ravishing young hawk,she said, smirking.
He said I had a gift.
Sylvie thrust her head through the first door and took a good look around. Surprisingly, the other side appeared awfully similar to Fate's Respite. Could... it read her thoughts? Did it know she wanted to get out of the southern region?
Well then. That solved it.
Bon voyage, loser,she squawked back at the spectral Visitor,
Remember, everything is your fault!
Flouncing through the portal, Sylvie took in the beautiful sight of the Respite's snow-capped mountains. Home! The sound of wolfsong filled the air from every direction, and with each cry, another ray of sunlight burst forth and flooded the landscape in a golden glow.
Sylvie opened her beak and screeched into the sky as instructed.
The clouds... it almost looked like they huddled closer together?
This was the opposite of what she was told.
Sylvie glowered, inhaled, then screamed again.
As if begging for mercy they parted a fraction of an inch, and the raven smiled to herself.
