Diaval's feathers fluff up from where he's perching on a console--he doesn't like being indoors very much, it felt like being trapped, and he couldn't quite understand what he was seeing out that large window. Stars moving behind them like water...it's like nothing he's ever seen, even for the long life he's lived. For a raven, anyway.

Another new sight is the person that has wings and feet like his own--mostly, anyway, his feathers are pure white where Diaval's own beautiful glossy pinions are black as pitch. He has to wonder if the man is a Fae.

He opens his beak and croaks, chatters a bit to catch the other's attention. (This would be so much easier if he could transform on his own...)