The crow ate its seeds upon the windowsill, pacing itself. They were good seeds, very nutritious. There was a tapping and then banging on the window, but the bird was too busy with its meal to pay it any mind. It was also a good meal, very nutritious. It listened through the closed window like any real crow could, taking in the delicious morsels.When the people left, so did the crow. It quickly scarfed up what was left of the food in quick jabs of its beak, then took flight. The creature was different that day, without understanding why. Not even really perceiving the change, nor when it had happened. Real crows were smart, but introspection was not one of their strengths.Some people mistook that for stupidity. If the bird ever heard them, it would scoff at being perhaps mistaken for their dumb cousins, fake crows. Fake crows fell for the simplest snares and couldn’t even talk, so no one in their right mind would mate with them. Real crows could calculate the artillery curve of an arrow before it was released and dodge, see through most thin walls, and teleport past simple barriers. It sometimes baffled it that the people who could do none of those sneered at it with disdain. Case in point, the not-quite-human who thought they were being sneaky. They probably were, since the other people were not paying them any attention. It swallowed that bit up and flew on. The critter watched the two highborns failing to reattach severed limbs and the old man sitting in his office, frantically scribing letters - the contents of which it remembered even though it couldn’t read.It was a really chaotic day. Next, the crow smelled that delicious aroma from within the building, but when it looked there was nothing there. It flew five circles around the area, but never actually (...)