Iman is fucking hassled. As if it weren't bad enough waking up in the middle of these big huge scary woods which are certainly filled with countless terrible things, there's a giant talking crow following her around.
"Go away, bird," she snaps. "I've told you like three times already, I am not having this, any of this. Prophetic terror corvids are right at the top of the list of things I am not having. Piss off."
"I'm part of you, dipshit," he snaps right back. "And I have a name, it's Aqil, I've told you as much. Look where you're going, you're about to walk into that lady. Man? Person."
"Part of who now- oh FUCK." Iman halts sharply, juuuust about to trip over the weirdo in the dirt. "What are you doing? Oh, look, he's got a bird too. Perfect. Meant to be. You stay here, I'll get help." Most of this, dry as dirt, directed to Aqil, who is now sitting on a branch and looking down at them uneasily.
She sighs heavily and looks at the guy on the ground. "Seriously, though, are you okay?"
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"Go away, bird," she snaps. "I've told you like three times already, I am not having this, any of this. Prophetic terror corvids are right at the top of the list of things I am not having. Piss off."
"I'm part of you, dipshit," he snaps right back. "And I have a name, it's Aqil, I've told you as much. Look where you're going, you're about to walk into that lady. Man? Person."
"Part of who now- oh FUCK." Iman halts sharply, juuuust about to trip over the weirdo in the dirt. "What are you doing? Oh, look, he's got a bird too. Perfect. Meant to be. You stay here, I'll get help." Most of this, dry as dirt, directed to Aqil, who is now sitting on a branch and looking down at them uneasily.
She sighs heavily and looks at the guy on the ground. "Seriously, though, are you okay?"