Raven ignored mum's question, shrugging his shoulders as he addressed
his funny bird noises toward the well on the table. He listened,
head cocked and eyes staring, the KOWW KOWWed once more. Oak slammed
his fist on the table, rustling what seemed to be an objection, which
prompted Raven to throw his hands in the air with a final, dismissive
KOWW.
Mum obviously wasn't happy at getting no answer, her distaste written
all over her face. “Humf,” she sighed, as she folded her arms in
front of her. It's a look I knew all too well from childhood, a look
that said her patience had expired and “You'd better go to your
room right now, young man!”
It was clear dad had seen it too, he was slowly shuffling backwards
away from her. I caught his eye then, to which he quickly raised his
eyebrows, followed by a wink.
“A-HEM!” she cleared her throat noisily, piercing gaze
directed at Raven.
“So sorry, Mary,” he said quickly, before she could add anything
else. “Sometimes they take a little while to wake up.” He
turned back to the table before speaking loudly. “Maybe we could
continue this in the common tongue?”
