[it's a shame that the horizon only lets them perceive each other however they want. there will never be bruising, injuries, signs of illness, or any minute differences that one has no control over in the real world. it is hard, then, for wanda to gauge whether the healthy wilhelm she sees arriving into her cabin in the woods is, in fact, as genuine as reality.
standing up from the bench on the porch, she moves on over to the frame that connects the stairs to the front of the cabin.]
Hey.
[the raven that has tagged along perches itself by the banister of the porch, hopping a few times and glancing between wilhelm and wanda.]
Huh, I was expecting a different one.
[this raven is one of the bigger ones, tends to keep away from the others. wanda brushes a finger over the top of its head. she turns her attention back to the teen, dropping her hand to her side.]
no subject
standing up from the bench on the porch, she moves on over to the frame that connects the stairs to the front of the cabin.]
Hey.
[the raven that has tagged along perches itself by the banister of the porch, hopping a few times and glancing between wilhelm and wanda.]
Huh, I was expecting a different one.
[this raven is one of the bigger ones, tends to keep away from the others. wanda brushes a finger over the top of its head. she turns her attention back to the teen, dropping her hand to her side.]
How are you?