I didn't plan to update twice in one day, truly I didn't! But I had the idea and I'm not patient enough to wait until morning to post. lol
This is another in-movie piece. Enjoy!
At her fourth trip to the Moors, Aurora ventured a question. "And are you a faerie, too?"
The question was for Diaval, her- well, just Diaval, she supposed. For many years she had considered the raven her pet, a companion in her lonely childhood days. Now, having discovered he was a man – could become a man? She knew nothing of the logistics – she felt she shouldn't call him that anymore.
He grinned at the girl, still wiping mud off of his face from where her godmother had hit him. "No, I am but a simple raven, or was until my mistress found use of me." He glanced briefly at her godmother, sitting a ways off, the smallest of smiles on her face. Diaval smiled, too.
She perked up, eager to hear more. "How did she find you? What do you do for her? How long have-" She stopped when he raised his eyebrows.
"Curious little one, indeed," the raven-man muttered, but he sounded amused. She began to apologize but Diaval waved her off and laid out how her godmother had saved him from being beaten to death, and how he in return pledged loyalty to her. "To be her wings," he said.
Aurora was surprised that she had never noticed that her godmother did not have wings. She thought to ask about it, but stopped when she saw Diaval looked at his mistress again. She was looking past them, apparently lost in her own thoughts, her smile gone. Concern was apparent in his dark eyes and Aurora guessed that this was not something Diaval would answer, out of that undying loyalty he spoke of before.
She was more glad than disappointed, glad her godmother had him, as she sometimes worried that the faerie's days were as lonely as hers.
And here we have an example of why Aurora has romantic notions about these two. :P
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