the stories i could tell
If the owl understood what the man was saying or the contents of his thoughts, it gave absolutely no sign. Simply, it adjusted one wing, all the while staring at the Sentinel with unblinking star-filled eyes. Whether or not it would abide a touch was not to be learned just now, for as Noah spoke his thanks, the owl once again lifted off just as silently as it had arrived. It left no scent of lavender in its wake as Safrin so often did, no ethereal quality of calm or resolution.
Was this even her messenger, one might wonder? Perhaps others will have seen the owl. It might be worth asking about.
~FIN
Was this even her messenger, one might wonder? Perhaps others will have seen the owl. It might be worth asking about.
~FIN
