I took off to Patch pretty early the next morning despite my head still pounding like crazy. I probably should have waited until I could think straight to leave but, well, I've waited long enough. Truthfully, I would have left straight from the bar that night but Ozpin refused to give me Tai's new address until I'd drank three more glasses of water and the sun was up.
Turns out I could have found the place on my own pretty easily, it was just a small cottage that was closer to town then his original cabin. Where his old house was a good three hour walk from patch, this new one was only about twenty minutes, at least according to Oz.
It had taken me a little over a day and a half to fly there, even though it would normally have taken me not even a day. It was annoying having to take frequent breaks in order to rest my messed up shoulder but it was better than walking.
It was during one of these breaks that something caught my eye, which was pretty surprising since my bird eye sight was pretty horrible.
I had perched myself on a tree branch, trying to growl in annoyance but getting deep throated chirps instead. I stretched out my injured shoulder/wing, trying to get the pain to go away when I saw flash of gold between the leaves.
Cocking my head to the side, I watched the spot for a while, hoping to catch it again. After a few moments it appeared again, but in a different place, almost making me miss it. A confused chirp passed my beak as I studied the new spot even closer. About thirty seconds later, the gold appeared again, this time in a large gap in the leaves.
I blinked as I noticed that the golden flash was actually hair; bright, chaotic blond hair tied up in a pair of pigtails. These blond pigtails happened to be attached to a little six-year-old girl who looked too much like Raven for it to be a coincidence.
I cocked my head to the other side in confusion as little Yang walked down the overgrown path, occasionally stumbling on stones in her apparent exhaustion. She looked like a little zombie that was pulling a red wagon. A wagon containing a slumbering toddler completely decked out in red.
I let out a curse, which turned into an aggravated caw somewhere between my brain and my beak. I had no idea what my little niece was thinking, taking her little sister out alone in the middle of the forest, but I knew it wasn't going to end well. So, after one last stretch of my wing, I followed them.
