Yes, I dreamed of Ravenwoman again. No, I really don’t want to talk about some of it.
Not until I get external confirmation first. Excuse me while I side-eye the Dreaming and call it out.
I will say though, her and Old Man seem to be getting somewhere. A pair of skeletons came down the road and climbed on my back. I told them to knock the shit off or I would take them to the Boneyard. They started nodding enthusiastically. So, I pulled apart their bones, tucked them into my bag, and to the Boneyard we went.
In the Boneyard, I found Ravenwoman and told her what happened. But when I opened the bag to show her, the bones had turned to apples! She took one and started eating right away. “You can’t eat these. Not for you!” But she didn’t pull the bag away from me. The apples smelled like bones still. Bones, and something like old stone.
I’m curious. “The Old Man of the Mountain sent these?” Her eyes brightened in answer. I bowed, turned, and did my damnedest to walk away without laughing. Ravenwoman has a suitor!
Then I ran into something else that I will not detail publicly until I get external confirmation. Even then, I reserve the right to redact all the things. But I will drop the one clue that is burning to be told. “By rights, [Weaver] could have taken all of you. Be thankful [Weaver] only took one rib. Learn from this and get the hell out.” Gonna be a day for auguries, y’all.