The path
twists its way through the forest, in parts overgrown while elsewhere
it's well worn. Raven barely pays attention to where he is going,
his mind's on other things.
He is
surprised when the path leads him directly to the door of an odd
looking cabin in a small clearing. Sat outside in a rocking chair is
an old woman preoccupied with knitting. Raven pauses, unsure of how
to proceed.
The woman
sniffs the air, then calls out. “Is there somebody there? Don't
be shy, little birdie, old Nan can smell you there.”
“Good day
to you, madam,” Raven replies.
The old
woman sits up sharply. “Talking birdie? There's a thing if ever
there was. Come 'n' sit a whiles, little birdie, tell old Nan of the
world.”
