AN: So this was a story requested by an anon on tumblr, hope you like!
Raven was good with animals, but the ones that enjoyed her presence most of the time were animals that many looked at as vermin or "didn't know any better".
Ravens, rats, even cockroaches, though, found her presence pleasant. The animals of her namesake even helped her with little, trivial things when they wanted to.
When she took walks in the Enchanted forest, she petted the young deers that would come to her out of curiosity while the older ones would flee deeper into the forest at the sight of pale skin and dark clothing.
But there was an animal she adored. She had mouse brown feathers with a small, chubby body and a bright red ribbon wrapped daintily around her almost non-existent neck.
Her little song bird.
Well, she wasn't technically her song bird. She was Apple's. She was one of the birds that would flock on cue to the Royal when she began to sing (they found her voice pleasant, somehow), or when she needed to take a photo or prove how much animals loved her. But after they flew away, the one little song bird would stay behind and fly over to her.
It started off like this, but from time to time, the little songbird would wake her in the morning with her pretty chirps. Sometimes in the afternoon the little song bird would sit on the window sill while Raven fed her bird seed. Other times, Raven would hum a soft song, and the little song bird would sing with her.
In the winter, the little songbird would find comfort in Raven's dark hair. She would sit close to the Rebel's neck and urge Raven to sweep her hair over shoulders, and when she did, the little song bird would burry herself in her dark tresses.
In the summer, Raven would take her into the girls bathrooms and give her a bath in the sink. She would turn on the tap, cup her hands together and giggle as the little song bird flitted in her hands excitedly and bathed herself under the stream.
The little songbird wasn't a pet though. She was more of a friend. When Raven was upset with Apple, or just in general, and she didn't want to bother Maddie, she would call and the little song bird would come sit in her hands and sing. The little song bird would rub her head against her fingers and Raven would take of her ribbon and stroke her feathers.
Not a pet, a friend.
Her friendly little song bird.