Ravenna didn't like to make things easy on the poor fellow. In fact during the course of the summer and the healing of his internal and external wounds she had made sure to bring him the most potent and the most disgusting of the medicines she could, getting a grim sort of satisfaction whenever he choked them down and gave her that baleful glare from those glowing orange eyes of his. Yet despite the fact that he had been quite abrupt with her - and she with him - she found that she did not wish to ever leave him alone for long. After all, the gray and black boy was now
hers, claimed in her head in the moment that she found him and realized that fate had sent him. Even Grayson didn't know that but she did. She knew it was so and she would be damned if the boy ran off and got himself half-dead again.
Yet she couldn't stick with him 24/7 for she had duties to attend, lessons to learn, and plants to gather. She had spoken with her father only recently after spying him entering Glorall once more and made mentioned of Grayson, to which Warlow had expressed a certain pragmatic sympathy for with the devilish glint in his daughter's eyes. She had no doubt that soon enough he would impose himself upon Grayson as well and the idea made her reveal a toothy grin to the warm fall air as she trotted along the beach with three mussels gripped haphazardly in her mouth and they threatened to come popping out at her grin.
Ravenna was in high spirits today, her tail waving back and forth as she prances across the sand and her lighter colored fur was beginning to thicken and grow a darker red and dirty cream in anticipation of the cold season. For now though she would salvage a few good days spent foraging for whatever she wanted in between her times with Grayson.
Yet that silly looking grin falls to something a bit more foreboding as she spies Grayson with his paws in the surf staring at the island with a longing expression. Ravenna wondered if he wanted to go to the island to get away from her and immediately dismissed the idea - of course not! She would follow him in any case. She moves towards him in that same flowing manner with her tail waving still and drops the mussels next to him before glancing at the island.
"You aren't strong enough yet unless you are trying to die. You'd have a better chance of achieving that jumping into the ocean anyways, but it might be worse, because the sharks might get you and tear you to pieces," she said somberly before snapping her jaws at his legs in play acting like a shark before grinning and winking at him.
"I'll say, if I wanted to die, sharks wouldn't be the way I wanted to go. Besides, I didn't heal you for nothing. Want one of these?"
Ravenna