A crow is perched on the roof, and another in the window. Countless corvid eyes stare from the shadows in and around the ruin of a building. In the heart of the decayed house sits Arcturus, reading a book of local history. Around her are piled many volumes, stretching back into times of myth and legend. A raven stares at the book, its eyes seeming to track across the page, as if reading.
(Anyone want's to start, jump on in and I'll roll with it.)
