Penniless and Wandering (Open)

Raven waved to the greyhound driver as she walked off the bus with a mob of other people, all having traveled to New York. She went over to the luggage area, first grabbing her bike, an old and beaten up thing that was the one possession she had managed to hold onto over the years. Once her bike was safely back in her hands she also picked up a large kennel which happened to house a giant raven. From inside the kennel she felt anger, frustration and general unhappiness.

You've been a good boy Blackwing. Only a few minutes and you'll be free to fly again. Accompanying the mental words were images of sky and clouds. It was often easier to speak in images rather than words. While Blackwing was much smarter than any true raven, he was still a raven and images seemed to resonate more strongly with him than words. In fact, Raven herself preferred images as well. That was one of the reason she had taken up tarot reading, so many years ago. The pictures on the cards were just so very pretty.

Raven opened the kennel and Blackwing let out an appreciative caw before spreading his wings and taking to the sky. Raven didn't even bother picking up the kennel, now that she had actually made it to the city it was no longer needed. Everything she needed was currently on her back in her backpack. Her tarot cards, runes, crystals and other props for her on and off job as a professional psychic, several bags filled with random bits of food and a myriad of other miscillaneous objects ranging from office supplies, to small coins to random bits of colorful fabric and tinfoil, most of which made wonderful bargaining chips with the crows.

Raven didn't worry about Blackwing flying away from her and not returning. He always stuck close enough to remain in contact. Nor was she particularly worried about the fact that the last of her funds, minus a possible few coins, had been spent on the bus ride to the city. It was summer, after all, and in summer she didn't really mind being homeless. There was something freeing about living in the streets without a care or a responsibility in the world. When it was winter, on the other hand, that's when she didn't like being homeless. She always tried to actually have steady work once the weather changed over. But for now she was happy. At least until it started to rain or storm out.

Getting on her bike, Raven began cycling away from the bus station. The first note of business was finding some food and if there was one thing the local crows were good at, it was letting her know where the best food might be found. Finding a try that currently housed a few of them, she stopped her bike and dug into her back, removing a few paper clips. Cawing up at the crows and waving her hands exuberantly, she asked where there might be some good eating. A few moments later one of the crows responded and, in exchange for the information, Raven threw the paper clips in its direction. She then got back on her bike and prepared to go in the direction the crow had indicated.