Ravynwyng Chronicles Volume 1: The Beginning
by Anna Dobritt
© copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved.
Coming in 2015 — Ravynwyng Chronicles Volume 1: The Beginning.
Until now, Ravyn Wyng’s life was normal. She is a successful author, has a wonderful wife and great friends. Lately her sleep is plagued by strange dreams and when a box arrives containing journals written in an old language, a copper disk, and a ring, her quiet life goes out the window.
Excerpt from the Ravynwyng Chronicles Volume 1: The Beginning
Fingers crossed for luck, Ravyn sauntered into the living room. “Hey Jennie. Just get home?”
Jennie hastily backed up when she spotted the large black bird on Ravyn’s shoulder. “Why the hell is that creature in our house? You know how I feel about birds!” She further backed away when Ravyn approached her.
“Jennie, love, let me explain, please.” Ravyn nodded at the bird. “This is Cara, and she’s a raven. She’s not a creature and I think you hurt her feelings.” Cara caught on and her head drooped.
Jennie returned to the living room in an attempt to put as much distance between her and Ravyn as possible. “I don’t care if she’s the goose that lays the golden egg! I don’t want her in this house!”
*Maybe you should say something to her. I’m not getting anywhere,* Ravyn sent to her feathered companion.
*I’ll try, but I have the feeling I will make matters worse.*
Cara cleared her throat. “Hello, Jennie. My name is Cara and I’m bonded to Ravyn through the ring she wears and the promise she made to Lady Raven.”
Jennie’s eyes rolled back, and she fell to the floor in a dead faint. “Oh my. I’ve never seen a human faint after I spoke to them.”
Ravyn hurried to her side. “Jennie? Come on, love, wake up.” She lightly slapped Jennie’s cheeks.
Jennie’s eyelids fluttered, and she stared at the face of her wife and the horrid bird on Ravyn’s shoulder. “Ravyn, if you love me, get that damn creature out of here!” she said through clenched teeth.
*Maybe you should move my perch to the office,* Cara suggested.
*I spend a lot of time there, so you won’t get lonely,* Ravyn hastened to reassure the bird.
Cara ran her beak through Ravyn’s hair in thanks. She leaped to the floor and hopped to the office. Ravyn held out a hand and helped Jennie to her feet; she escorted her to the couch. “I’ll be right back, love.”
It took a few moments for Ravyn to move the mat and perch to her office and place it by the open window where a warm breeze moved the curtains. “I’ll do my best to convince Jennie to accept you.”
“I’m sure you will get her to understand.” Cara settled on her perch.
Returning to the living room, she watched Jennie sort the mail. How do I convince her Cara isn’t a monster? Ravyn walked to the sofa and sat beside her. “Hey Jennie, can I get you anything? A glass of wine or a wine cooler?”
Jennie glanced up. “Ravyn, that bird is not staying in this house! If you want to keep her, she can stay in the garage or live in a tree in the back yard. You could build her a little house for shelter in bad weather.”
“She won’t hurt anyone, least of all you! Why are you being so stubborn?” Ravyn grasped Jennie’s wrist. “Damn it, Jennie you aren’t being fair!”
“How fair is it to me, bringing a bird here without discussing it first?” Jennie yanked her wrist free.
“I don’t have a choice in this, love. Can’t you see that?” Ravyn ran her fingers through her hair. “Do you remember what you said after I didn’t burn the stuff in the fire pit; when I accepted the burden and the promise I made?”
“Vaguely.” Jennie gave her a wary look.
Ravyn quietly repeated quoted what had been said, “’You’ve started a new journey in your life and it’s an honor sharing it with you – both the good and the bad.’” She hung her head. “If you reject Cara as part of this, how can I believe you’ll stay with me through this new journey I’m on?”
Jennie clasped her hands in her lap. “Ravyn, I meant what I said, but I never thought a real bird would be living in our house. How am I supposed to deal with that?”
“You could always make an appointment with Dr. Samson,” Ravyn muttered.
“What was that?” Jennie gave her a suspicious look.
“Nothing.” Ravyn reached out and placed her hand over Jennie’s. “Trust me on this. Cara is staying; end of story.”
“Fine. She’s your responsibility, Ravyn. I want nothing to do with her.” Jennie resorted the mail and handed a large stack to Ravyn.
*Jennie and I have kind of reached an understanding. You get to stay in the house.* Ravyn sent to the bird. *But it will take time for her to adjust to your presence. She wanted me to keep you in the garage and suggested…*
*…You build a little house for me to stay in during bad weather,* Cara finished; a touch of humor came across.
*How did you know?* Ravyn looked through the envelopes, tossing the junk mail on the floor.
*Following your thoughts is easy. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone what you are thinking.*
Ravyn concealed a grin as she thought about the intimate moments she and Jennie had the night before. *I wouldn’t object to you telling Jennie my current thought.*
*Ravyn!* Cara harrumphed and went silent.