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Little Raven

CN none

500 words.

summary: this is a bit after escaping the master on a lovely evening after a days work in Schwarzkollm / Čorny Chołmc.

CN none

500 words.

Can be read as Krabat & the Kantorka but also as Krabat and a she/her afab OC.

The fire burned pleasantly under the stove. Little Madlenka enjoyed it it from her spot not too far away to stay warm but not too close either after the mother’s stern look. Madlenka watched her. Mama was standing at the window, peaking through a tiny gap outside to keep the surprisingly cool spring weather at bay.

“Papa?”

The mother turned around and smiled softly at her daughter.

“No, Papa is not home yet.”

Madlenka shook her head like she had seen it others do and grabbed the little toy raven in front of her for comfort.

Yes, yes, Papa is not home yet.

Whatever that home was. As far as Madlenka knew, home was the world and the rest Madlenka did not know of. But she knew of Papa. He was the tallest human, the only one who lifted her so high she was able to touch the ceiling and nearly the sky when it was cloudy. He made her fly like a raven.

“Kra! Kra!” The toy raven rose into the air, high above the floor and over Madlenka’s head. Maybe the raven could see when Papa was coming home so Mama had time to play with Madlenka instead?

“Yes, my child. Kra! That’s what the raven cries!” Mama praised and turned back to the window.

I know how the raven does it, mother. Play with me. Here, have the raven look outside instead.

Madlenka threw the toy at her mother the moment mother cried out in happiness and reached for her daughter, nearly stepping onto the toy at her feet.

“Look who is here after a day of work on the fields, Madlenka?”

The little girl, now save up in her mother’s arms, peaked outside into the twilight.

The tallest man alive made his way through the yard and past the garden, checking if the chicken were secure and finally turning to the house.

“Papa!”

Excited the girl rose her arms and clapped her hands as the door into the house opened and the father stepped inside.

He shook his jacket and kicked off his heavy boots before kneeling and opening his arms.

“Where is my little girl?”

Me? That is me! I am little girl!

Madlenka wiggled in her mother’s arms to be let go and ran to the door.

“Papa, Papa, Kra, Kra, Papa!”

The father caught her in his arms and lifted her up, so high up, nearly to the ceiling like every evening.

“Are you Papa’s little raven, little one? Huh? Flying so high? Well, don’t fly away just yet. There is dinner to be had.”

Madlenka giggled. Papa was always so funny.

She turned around and looked at mother.

Here see, mama! Papa is being funny. I am not flying away. Not before dinner, mama.

Mother stepped closer and lifted her head to give Papa a kiss only to be caught in his free arm, embracing her, and holding her closer.

“Hello my love.” Papa greeted mother. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Krabat.”

XXX

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