[The passage of time is all at once slow and quick to pass for Corvus.
He used to keep track of time by way of natural migration when he was with his flock. Now that he's living among humans (or at least around one human), the innate sensation is entirely different. Corvus sleeps through the night and wakes up in the morning. He takes a nap (sometimes with Leeroy) and then stays up at night and goes back to sleep at usually reasonable hours. The foreign creature that he is, he almost doesn't notice the mundaneness that he's fallen into now that he wasn't as self-conscious of how much time he genuinely liked spending with his inadvertent roommate. Routine eventually becomes disrupted one way or another though and his own routine is no exception.
It starts one afternoon when Corvus comes back to the flat with groceries when he passes by a middle-aged woman, one of their neighbors. He usually doesn't greet the people that lived nearby, not making any more contact than necessary. But the woman is muttering to herself, and he sees that she's eating... Flower plants. No, wait... Upon closer inspection, there are bugs on the leaves that she stuffs into her mouth and crunches hungrily on. That makes him look up. The woman looks back at him. Both of their stares were unnerving as they size each other up. He sees something behind the blank gaze but says nothing.
He looks away. Moves on. Ignores that she continues to stare after him long after he's out of her sight.]
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Have you eaten bugs before, Elle?
[What a great question to ask after a long day's work... He's at the table with a book that was essentially an illustrative encyclopedia on herbs, flora, and fauna. Corvus scans the images as he flips the pages with one hand and scratches Leeroy behind the ears with the other.]
[She looks up from her bowl of cereal, glancing at Corvus from a seat at the kitchen table. Elle balances her spoon with her fingers, and takes the question in stride.]
You mean... purposefully? Recently? Because unless you count the time when I was little and swallowed an ant on a dare, I’m going to say not usually.
[The last word is said with a lilt of a question — “not usually?” — because while she’s used to the oddities of living with Corvus, strange creature that he is, this question feels far more specific than normal.]
You reading something about bugs and flowers over there?
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He used to keep track of time by way of natural migration when he was with his flock. Now that he's living among humans (or at least around one human), the innate sensation is entirely different. Corvus sleeps through the night and wakes up in the morning. He takes a nap (sometimes with Leeroy) and then stays up at night and goes back to sleep at usually reasonable hours. The foreign creature that he is, he almost doesn't notice the mundaneness that he's fallen into now that he wasn't as self-conscious of how much time he genuinely liked spending with his inadvertent roommate. Routine eventually becomes disrupted one way or another though and his own routine is no exception.
It starts one afternoon when Corvus comes back to the flat with groceries when he passes by a middle-aged woman, one of their neighbors. He usually doesn't greet the people that lived nearby, not making any more contact than necessary. But the woman is muttering to herself, and he sees that she's eating... Flower plants. No, wait... Upon closer inspection, there are bugs on the leaves that she stuffs into her mouth and crunches hungrily on. That makes him look up. The woman looks back at him. Both of their stares were unnerving as they size each other up. He sees something behind the blank gaze but says nothing.
He looks away. Moves on. Ignores that she continues to stare after him long after he's out of her sight.]
Have you eaten bugs before, Elle?
[What a great question to ask after a long day's work... He's at the table with a book that was essentially an illustrative encyclopedia on herbs, flora, and fauna. Corvus scans the images as he flips the pages with one hand and scratches Leeroy behind the ears with the other.]
That or flowers.
[A pause.]
Or both.
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You mean... purposefully? Recently? Because unless you count the time when I was little and swallowed an ant on a dare, I’m going to say not usually.
[The last word is said with a lilt of a question — “not usually?” — because while she’s used to the oddities of living with Corvus, strange creature that he is, this question feels far more specific than normal.]
You reading something about bugs and flowers over there?
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[His conversations with Elle flows more naturally these days since he isn't as curt with her.]
One of your neighbors seems unwell. I saw her eating primroses. Bugs and all.
[Of course, there's no stopping the casual manner in which he executes his outlandish remarks.]