She woke up. It sucked. It felt like cold water on her consciousness. Waking up this morning felt harsh. Horrible knowing that things were forever different. She remembered the smell of the burning woods. Burning with an unnatural light, her woods gone. Her safe place destroyed. She wanted to go back to the oblivion of sleep. She couldn't though she knew. Now what? What would she do when she felt alone? She started to cry, a deep cry of grief. Not just from what had happened the night before, but from her pain of her life. She never knew her parents, she moved from place to place and she had found comfort in this small forest that day on the water. She communed with the crows and squirrels and seagulls and the small birds. They were her family, she felt connected to them. And there had been a group of crows she always fed when she went there. She was so deeply saddened. She hoped that some of the animals had gotten away. She hoped, she cried and cried. She was a mess, fucked up. she curled into a ball and drifted..... In and out of her grief. Again that strange sense of watching a movie inside of her head unfolded...
Queen Corvidae was numb. Her handmaidens were deeply worried. And when they worried they preferred to make it another's problem. Preferably with sharp objects. And with the result that the other was doing the worrying....
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