Eve liked to take pride in that she felt particularly close to her brothers in Cetus. She'd let Tal'at sleep in her nest and even offered to make him one of his own; she rode Czernobog quite literally into the battle against Raheerah. She had saved Ghanyarah from drowning and ran away from the Divine with Dragon before the children of Rot were even a thought. Sure - she'd like to get know Ghanyarah and Czernobog better (there was only so far you could get to know someone who spoke entirely from grunts and strange words, after all) but there was one person she barely even knew the name of.

Willow was an owl - not to disimilar to Dark, but while he had dark plumage much like her own, Willow was white. She was also relatively sure that she could see, perhaps even out of that eye-shaped gem on the back of her head. The crow was hovering behind her with a soft croak, more to herself.

She didn't know the owl. The owl didn't know her. As far as the crow was concerned, the owl was her sister now, and she would have to get to know her wether she liked it or not. She flew down behind the owl, talons clacking, and opened her beak, but found herself freezing up as the owl just stopped in place, singular blue eye staring at her unblinking for a moment, before the owl's head turned around.