
Rune had long considered what familiar to gain the trust of. There were so many, in such wonderful colors. Friends of the water, of the ground, and most appealing - those of the air. Most especially those of feather, and those of wisdom. Having glimpsed many in gatherings and wanderings, finally - she chose which the one she hoped to be worthy of.
The Crow.
Yet, one could not merely find an egg nor befriend one in the wild. One must find another with crows, and offer a worthy trade and learn to care for one. Rune minded not, in fact, she preferred such an arrangement. She did not want to mistake caring for a new friend. A very special friend, a true familiar.
So she began her journey for one who had crow friends, and one that would allow her to befriend one for herself. Asking around, she heard of several that would allow such - and headed to their parts of the swamp.
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