[ She ducks in surprise, peering up at the sky to catch a sight of whatever it was that swooped over her. The woods has her on edge, nerves frayed, and she nearly jumps out of the skin when the raven drops down in front of her.
The dark birds were never a good omen.
It feels clear to her that the package is intended for her however, so she crouches on the ground and traces its shape, glancing at the bird occasionally. In case. ]
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The dark birds were never a good omen.
It feels clear to her that the package is intended for her however, so she crouches on the ground and traces its shape, glancing at the bird occasionally. In case. ]