Gazing

[Stara]

Stara watched in wonder as the dawn bled into the day. She knew it would not be long until everyone would fly into their nests. This was the only place where she could think peacefully and, not to mention, quietly.

She thought about how earlier she had seen in the Everwinter Sea a vision. A vision of owls upon owls fought and blood shed.

[Burning Falcon]

"Hello, Stara," hooted Hornet as she soared over to Stara. "The fire's empty today." What she meant was, it had nothing to tell her. All she saw was Coryn and Hoole and their journies. It was like reading a book, except she could see it.

[Stara]

(How long after Coryn became King has it been?)


Stara jumped. She spun around and saw Hornet. "Oh, it's you. I thought you were-" Stara stopped.

[Ridge]

"Hello." Ridge swooped down silently, and landed directly in front of Hornet and Stara.
"I just came from a hunt. And, as usual, everything seems to be fine. Rather peaceful, quiet, but soon there will be rough I supper, because that is how it always is. But..." The owl blinked slowly, and heaved a sigh.

"Might as well enjoy it, eh?"

[Crimson]

"Hey, what's everybody doin'?" Crimson asked as she swooped down to where they were perching.

[Stara]

"I was just thinking." Stara said absently.

[Burning Falcon]

(I was thinking about five generations, because that'll leave plenty of time for the Chaw of Chaws to become a legend...)

"I was who?" Hornet hooted, her amber eyes narrowing to slits. She puffed up and fluffed her feathers before laying them flat again and opened her eyes to full potential. The Queen of Ga'Hoole looked at the other owls around here. "Say I look into the fire one more time?" she hooted, a little boast in her voice. She had been the only fire-sighted one until Thunder became her mate and the King. (Have you made him yet, Ridge?) Then by some odd force he had grown firesighting skills also, but he was missing the spark of being raised by the forge.

"Never mind," she muttered, poking the water with her talons as the tide licked the beach. "Enjoy it? Turbulence? What in Glaux's name is turbulence?" (Ridge, that is a word for a plane's speed. xP)

[Crimson]

"Will someone pay attention to my exsistence?" Crimson protested. She felt often as though she were a scroom that no one could see, since she hadn't made any major friends at the tree yet.

[Burning Falcon]

"Very arrogant of you to say that," hooted Hornet. "Especially when I was talking to all of you!"

[Ridge]

"Turbulence, means rough or bumpy. Like if you are flying, and a large storm surges in. But anyway," Ridge really didn't like it when Hornet got like this. "I'll be going now,"
Ridge had a slight edge to her voice, and tok off from the ground heading to no place in particular.

[Crimson]

Crimson sighed. "Sorry." She muttered. Then she also took off, heading to the tree.