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Post by shiny on Jul 23, 2017 3:45:01 GMT
The library was quiet, or as quiet as it could get considering her naturally sharp hearing. Most of the tree's inhabitants were out enjoying a perfect evening, with the moon bright and the air perfect for this time of year. Mitzi longed more than anything for the chance to join them, to spread her wings and for once feel like a true owl instead of, of, a strange feathery something masquerading as an owl.
Instead she was sitting at her desk and pretending to work. A sheet of paper was in front of her, and Mitzi held a quill in her talons already dipped in ink. There were even words on the paper too, but it wasn't a list of things that needed to be replaced like she would pretend if asked. Instead it was like an ongoing rant of the injustice of destiny. Anything that crossed her mind, she wrote down, whether it be observations of the few guests in her library or swear words that under pain of death she'd never let anybody see.
A scowl twisted her beak though. Even this reminded her that she'd long lost the chance at a normal life. She had to twist her head just slightly to even read her own writing due to her blind eye. If she'd lost it in battle, in a daring rescue, even in a blasted wind storm, Mitzi wouldn't complain as much. At least then she'd have an interesting story to tell whenever an owlet asked what happened.
No, rather than any of THAT happening, she had to tell them she'd lost it because of her own clumsy self and the traitorous actions of someone who had once been her best friend. Mitzi's gizzard quaked in rage and she accidentally squeezed, breaking the quill and getting ink all over her masterpiece. "Oh racdrops." she hissed.
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Post by AmericanFacepalm on Jul 25, 2017 2:29:24 GMT
"Language," said Garin, holding a book in one set of talons and a ladder in the other. He'd been in the library looking for some book in a series on what lay east of the known owl kingdoms. Although it was merely a collection of rumors and tales, he was still fascinated by it. If the Guardians of Ga'Hoole were real and he'd thought them stories, why couldn't the Far East be real too? The navigator in him itched to spread his wings and explore, but the king in him urged him to stay where he was needed and protect the tree. Though he was a Northern Hawk Owl, he could still pick up on Mitzi's swearing. "We have owlets in here."
He carefully dropped the book he was holding onto the ground and descended the ladder. His eye caught the paper and quill in Mitzi's talons. "Another essay?" he said, nonchalant. He knew she struggled with her blind left eye, but he had no idea about her little journal and everything she went through daily.
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shiny
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Post by shiny on Jul 25, 2017 4:56:09 GMT
"Language." The reprimand came from one of the shelves on her left side. She'd heard the ladder shifting but had ignored it, thinking it was just a student working on an assignment. If she'd known it was the king of the entire tree... Well honestly she'd have probably pestered him a bit out of boredom. Only a little bit though.
Mitzi huffed at him and turned her head away. "Well nobody would have heard me if you hadn't pointed it out. If any of those young owlets get corrupted and start spouting off curses it's entirely your fault." Or so she'd say if anybody ever asked. When she felt like something was her fault she had no problems apologizing. The problem was convincing her something WAS her fault.
Garin asked after her essay. Faster than one could blink, Mitzi reached forward and flipped it over, hiding the words so Garin couldn't see. No reason anybody should be brought down because of her. "Something like that." she said blankly, not intending on expanding. "And what is the mighty king of the Great Tree doing here, hm? Aside from dropping my books on the ground like a pellet mid-flight. Which, by the way, you're lucky you're the king or I'd have some words for you." AmericanFacepalm
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Post by AmericanFacepalm on Jul 28, 2017 0:39:13 GMT
Garin gave a slight grin. "Oh come on, if I could hear you, so could an owlet," he said, but then she flipped over her her paper. His eyes didn't manage to catch what the words were, but the secretiveness made him a little suspicious, although it was none of his business. As long as it didn't endanger the tree, he didn't care to ask
"I'm doing research. And this," he said, holding up the ancient journal, "has information about the supposedly lost Kingdom of Ural and what lies east of what we know. Apologies for dropping the book," he said, bowing his head. "My excitement got the best of me."
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