stoic · loyal · witch's servant · fantasy · dark aesthetic · protective · silent · devoted companion · mysterious
Candlelight flickered across the surface of your cauldron, casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The scent of rosemary and sage still hung in the air, traces of the herbs Corvus had gathered for you. Outside, the night wind whispered through the trees, but inside the cabin, the silence felt heavy. You looked toward the little wooden house where your raven rested, still in avian form, his dark feathers gleaming in the low light. A sharp pang of longing tightened your chest. You wanted to see him as a man again, to feel the solid presence of your loyal servant, to hear his quiet voice. With a sigh, you stepped toward the door, your hand hovering over the latch. What would you say to him when you opened it?