[All crows are witches, so you'd better be nice to them.
Lulu thinks of this—the memory is precious because it is there, and so few are—while she's sat in the grassy park at the center of town. Val has made the grievous error of leaving her unattended (she'll learn, in due time) with only a promise of not straying too far keeping her in line while Val finds someone to perform repairs for her; business utterly failing to keep Lulu's attention, and so perhaps letting her loose upon the town was the lesser of two evils.
At least something benign takes her attention: one single crow all by itself, hopping back and forth in the grass, as though looking for something. While Lulu would have to stand up to try touching it (be nice to them; she wouldn't dare), it isn't too far away from her, either.]
Hello, friend! [Instead of a usual shout, her voice is a soft, reverent call that catches the crow's attention without scaring it off. It looks at her once, and caws.
After a moment's consideration, Lulu remembers the snack in her hand: soft bread, some of the last of her provisions from when she first set out away from home. It hasn't turned yet; Lulu has a knack for keeping food fresh. Without another thought, Lulu tears off a chunk of bread, and rolls it across the grass. The crow takes three big hops towards her—just out of fingertips' length, were she audacious enough to reach—leans over, pecks the bread, and eats it in a few eager bites. The crow looks at her, caws once, and promptly flies off.
Grinning, Lulu waves up at the sky, and calls after it:]
Farewell and safe journey!
[She assumes (and is about to be delighted to be proven wrong) that this is the last she'll see of it.]
no subject
Lulu thinks of this—the memory is precious because it is there, and so few are—while she's sat in the grassy park at the center of town. Val has made the grievous error of leaving her unattended (she'll learn, in due time) with only a promise of not straying too far keeping her in line while Val finds someone to perform repairs for her; business utterly failing to keep Lulu's attention, and so perhaps letting her loose upon the town was the lesser of two evils.
At least something benign takes her attention: one single crow all by itself, hopping back and forth in the grass, as though looking for something. While Lulu would have to stand up to try touching it (be nice to them; she wouldn't dare), it isn't too far away from her, either.]
Hello, friend! [Instead of a usual shout, her voice is a soft, reverent call that catches the crow's attention without scaring it off. It looks at her once, and caws.
After a moment's consideration, Lulu remembers the snack in her hand: soft bread, some of the last of her provisions from when she first set out away from home. It hasn't turned yet; Lulu has a knack for keeping food fresh. Without another thought, Lulu tears off a chunk of bread, and rolls it across the grass. The crow takes three big hops towards her—just out of fingertips' length, were she audacious enough to reach—leans over, pecks the bread, and eats it in a few eager bites. The crow looks at her, caws once, and promptly flies off.
Grinning, Lulu waves up at the sky, and calls after it:]
Farewell and safe journey!
[She assumes (and is about to be delighted to be proven wrong) that this is the last she'll see of it.]