(Potentially major BWSD spoilers, if you keep my last post in mind. You have been warned.)I really need to go to the bathroom but writing this/watching VoDs/poking Thesaurus.com for names has taken precedence because I'm a retard.===We arrived at the base of the northmost spire without incident, but overhead the crows kept circling, waiting for something to pass over that they might reap its remains. I couldn’t see anything, nor was anything moving on the spires, but there was no reason for this many crows to congregate unless there was something to scavenge. There was one crow that seemed, even from our distance, to be just a little larger, just a little different, from the rest.
===“Eve.” I moved up next to her. “Can I fly up there and see what they’re waiting for?”
===She didn’t even turn around. “Make it quick. And don’t die on me.”
===A globule of the shroud peeled off with me as I flew through it, and it shimmered around me as I ascended, flickering white with every wingbeat. I realized halfway up the spire that it was nullifying the wind currents I was making; Eve clearly had practice with hiding pegasi.
===I realized belatedly that finding the group again might be near impossible, but a glance downwards revealed that I could see them just fine, despite Eve’s shroud. At a guess it seemed likely that those inside one shroud could see into another, which made sense if she were part of a unit.
===As I drew level with the nearest spire’s tip, I scoured the flocks for the raven amongst the crows. I had had a sneaking suspicion when I had first noticed the outlier, that maybe, just maybe, beneath its feathers and wings lay a secret I already knew. The suspicion grew when I noticed two bold white streaks that ran along its body, right underneath its wings, and it solidified when I found it hovering right behind me. Regular birds were not capable of that feat, save for hummingbirds and a select few birds of prey.
===It was darting around me, looking right at me curiously. It couldn’t see me, I was certain, but it could sense my presence; that much was clear. More evidence. I hesitated, then floated towards it until the shroud encapsulated it, too, at which it gave a squawk of surprise and reeled back slightly.
===“It’s okay.” I held out a hoof as nonthreateningly as I could. “I know.”
===It cocked its head, stared at me, and—after an unmistakeable glance at my cutie mark—it gave off a brilliant blue-white starburst, and when the light faded, the raven was gone, and in its place was a dark grey pegasus with a navy blue-and-purple mane and pale, icy blue eyes. The white silhouette of a raven sat on his flank, surrounded by tiny starlike runes and glowing softly in the aftermath of his metamorphosis.