Author's Note: My first little drabblette of a fic, told from Twilight's POV. I kind of like this as a pairing, but there's not a lot of romance here so I guess you could take it as friendship, depending on your point of view... Please review. That would make me very, very happy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

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"Little owl, big words."

So many, many words. I have to admit I kind of like hearing them. With so many horribly dumb owls out there, it's secretly sort of comforting to think that she knows more words than me. I like the idea that maybe someone out there is smart besides me. It gets lonely being the owl who knows it all, though I learned it all on my own and I'm proud of that.

Sometimes I watch her beak when she speaks. I wonder how it keeps up with all those big words. Her tongue probably gets sore by the end of the day. Serves her right for using big words all the time...

"Fly in my wake, Gylfie."

She's so tiny. I know she can take care of herself and I know she's strong, but I worry. I grew up with experience as my teacher. I also got injured a lot. I was probably never as small as she was, yet I have memories. Being swept downwind, crashing, lying in pain for hours, no one answering my calls - these things went through my mind when we were flying through the snow and the ice. I had to try and keep her safe. The hollow was terrible and small. But she was there, warm, huddled up against me. And I felt proud that my smarts kept her alive and safe. For all Soren's eye rolling, my time in the Orphan School of Tough Learning comes in handy.

"You, too, little one with big words, come over here."

I've never thought of myself as a comforting type. That's one of those things about growing up how I did. I don't know what to say to make an owl happy, or less sad, or at ease. It's not something you learn when you're just trying to survive. But actions... Some things, all owls do no matter what their species or where they're from. She was no different. I can do actions, actions are easier than words, and I am an owl of action in all aspects of life. Her eyes were sort of distant. I probably brought up some memories for her. All I wanted was to show I wasn't the bad guy.

"What do you mean 'out of my system'?"

I hate it when she does that. She's the only one who can render me speechless every now and again. But I also hate the idea that maybe people think I'm just an angry, loud mouth owl. I'm a righteous, loud mouth owl who flies incredibly well, I will have you know. Somedays I cringe to think how I probably look to her. I can only be who I am, though, and other than a few little jokes like that, Gylfie seems to like me. I hope she does. Secretly, I want to be a likable owl, the kind other people enjoy being around. I've never told anyone that. I hope I don't have to, and I hope...

I hope Gylfie likes being around me as much as I like being around her.

"Little owl, big words..."