Stepping off the balcony, Tristan looked up and saw Annabell, dancing along the chandeliers, playing a game no one could understand but himself. Smiling, he whistled, and Annabell shot down, landing atop his shoulder. Rubbing her favourite spot, he spoke, "Why didn't you come out? I thought you enjoyed talking to Hank's crows."
"I did." They walked on as Annabell replied, "But ever since I saw that boy you're related to, I've been disgusted by them." Tristan frowned and closed his eyes, trying to remember which person Annabell was on about for a moment. Remembering, he sighed.
"Matthew? I remember you saying soemthing about a Crow."
