the stories i could tell
Fluttering down on soft and silent wings comes an owl with eyes full of starlight. The creature has an unmistakable sense of intelligence despite its understandable awkwardness as it lands and takes a few steps forward. It is not a creature made for walking, you understand.
Tucking its wings tight against its body, the creature's galactic gaze falls upon Hadama as intensely as a meteor shower but as delicately as a sigh.
Tucking its wings tight against its body, the creature's galactic gaze falls upon Hadama as intensely as a meteor shower but as delicately as a sigh.
