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[sub][h1][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/MTNbUrP.png[/img][/center][center][color=black][b]A K A I A[/b][/color][/center][url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5333243][center][color=bca346][b]A K A I A [/b][/color][/center][/url][/h1][/sub]

[center][sub]The Crow's Nest   ·   Evening[/sub]
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The return to the observatory was for the most part uneventful for Akaia. Exhausted beyond words and on the verge of collapse, she did little more than excuse herself from the group and find her room, only making it all the way there thanks in no small part to assistance from Cerise. Once she had shed enough of her gear to make sleep in her capsule comfortable, she gave the revenant a hug, climbed inside and shut the door before promptly passing out.

There she would remain for nearly the entire next day.

Licorice, however, was not one for long periods of rest when the crow needed so little of it. The next day found it restless, especially given the previous day's events and what was expected to come of it. Its reliance on Akaia's ability to gather what it needed was fundamental to its survival and recently, like everyone else, her supply was running low. Capable Revenants weren't the only ones struggling to keep a constant supply of blood beads. So after the departure of the three most senior members of the commune to the exchange, and a 'farewell'... or more accurately a dismissal of the smaller bird, Licorice retreated to the rafters of the Great Room and awaited their return there. As the others went about starting their day, the bird remained mostly out of the way, spending much of its time doing little else than fluffing its own feathers and picking at stray bugs that crawled out of dark corners and wooden beams. It wouldn't come down again until Poppy, Erik and Ajax returned with their prize.

They were met with a steep dive and a hard break that landed the bird, gently, on the lid of one of the crates. Almost immediately it began to tap on the box and while to some it may have seemed like a bout of curiosity had overtaken it, to the three, it was obvious what the crow needed, especially since the Sidhe who usually fetched it was still asleep.

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For the rest of the day's afternoon, Licorice would spend time flying circles around the observatory, following Cerise into the garden, checking on Akaia... and refusing to participate in the madness that was everyone consuming Poppy's cake. Clearly the Commune was losing its mind.

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