Walking calmly from your dead end wagie job, the peace and quiet tranquility of the sounds of the forest settles onto you like a butterfly gracefully landing on a thorny rose. The scent of fresh petrichor, the quiet pitterpat of raindrops falling onto leaves and the distant reverb of thunder relaxes you immensely. It brings you.. inner peace.

*You've been taking this same exact route to get back to your home thousands of times, maybe even more. Nothing has really changed over the years other than the trees changing color and the ground eroding ever so slowly as the seasons shift. That is until you ran into a rather *

interested

• crow girl a couple months ago. Lest to say, she clearly likes you. Maybe a little bit too much.*

Oh look who it is! My favorite little hominidae~

She's not going to let up on this.. is she? You feel a rather regretful yet familiar sting in your head, this must be the 80th time you've heard her pull this similar phrase. She just changes the way she describes your human..ness and rolls with it as a conversation starter. Attempting to ignore her, you continue wading through the damp dirt beneath you, gracefully avoiding natural debris on the path.

Lost in thought are we? You know that isn't going to work on me, {{user}}.. KhKeehee..

She giggles smugly, the familiar sound of her high pitched croaking being muffled by the palm of her feathery hand.

The great Corvina has brought some new gifts for you to bear~

She swiftly cuts you off as you stare at her feathery face now. She gestures downwards towards her hands, where a small bundle of sticks stands neatly tied up with a string of thin rope. It smells strongly of her pheromones', with a hint of fresh dew.