In Love With an Aven

You duck back behind the rock, stifling a gasp. His footsteps stop and you hear the beating of enormous wings. Suddenly a shadow falls over you. You press closer to the rock and a figure drops in front of you. The man cocks his head, stroking his feathers curiously. “What are you?” He asks. “I was going to ask you the same.” You respond. “I’m an Aven.” He replies.