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Kassandra is in the bar.

Or is it Kassandra?

Richly-feathered red wings suggest otherwise. Silver, garnets and rubies shimmer like captive flames.

And surmounting Kassandra's dark unruly curls, a pair of bright, red, plastic horns.

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Do they call you Raven, or is that your name?

Names are very important. To know a name is to know the creature.

These feathers do not itch, but then, I have no wish to fly.

...What do you here? Did you come here because you were lost? Are you bound here? Have you friends here? I have not seen you before, unless in the rafters, or in the shadows. I have no room of my own here; I live in the shadows, too.

Raven blinks.

"I made it my name, I think. I like it."

He shrugs.

"There are things that I do not remember, perhaps. What brought me here is one of them. There are other things, I think. It is irritating."

He wrinkles his nose.

Perhaps your coat is making you itchy. Is it wool? You should find a cotton one.

"I could, but I have had this one a long time. It is like an old friend, only it does not speak. I find this oddly restful, perhaps."

*She pats the coat, gingerly, as if she expects it to express its personality.*

Can you fly?

"Yes, though not in this body, perhaps. The bird one works better. You have seen ravens before? I am not certain."

He sounds curious.

I have seen ravens, yes. They fly over the field of battle. Before. After.

And the gods use them, because they are clever birds. They will trick you for the sake of a shining thing.

Raven smiles, very slightly.

"They are my cousins, yes. Though mostly I teach, I think. Purposeless tricks are boring."

There is a pause.

"I am not much of a one for being used, perhaps. They have learned not to try, mostly."

They used me, once. They were crueller in that time, and in the time of my fathers, than they are now.

They ruined me and people said I was mad. Perhaps I am.

*she straightens his collar.*

I hope you stop itching. You seem a good fellow, for a bird blown off course.

"People say the same of me. It is true, in my case, I think."

He tilts his head.

"I am made for travel, I think. Staying still makes me itch. It is a thing to be borne."

He smiles, slightly.

"Gods are very cruel, at times. It is why I plague them, I think. Some of them."

There are many of them here. You can do lots of ... plague-ing. They wear many faces, as you do.

*she bows slightly.*

My lord raven, good night. May you stop itching soon.

*And she takes off one of the garnet and silver chains, and drapes it over one of the buttons of his coat.*

Here is a shining thing, to make your eyes gleam.

Raven beams brightly.

"I thank you very much for the gift, Kassandra."

He runs one finger along the chain.

"I shall seek out the plague-able ones here, I think. They make funny faces."

There is a pause.

"Go well, then. And enjoy your wings."

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