In the western kingdoms, a Snowy owl, Nyctea laid on her hatchling. There were a dozen of different owls i the kingdom. Nyctea's feathers were all ruffled by her only son. She gasped when a beak bit her one of her talons. "Lent!" Nyctea scolded," You must show a bit of respect to your mum!" Lent scrambled farther in the cave of her wing, in the nest of twigs and rabbit-ear moss. The Snowy owl, now felt guilty, that she raised her voice to her owlet, when he was vulnerable to predators.
She nudged her little hatchling and tried to give her best vision contact to him, by showing that she was sorry. Then she heard a distant squeaking sound of a vole, from out the hollow. Nyctea knew that they hadn't had any food since Lent's previous birth. The Snowy owl checked to make sure her little owlet to, make sure he was okay, then glanced at the nest. The nest had been left unkempt for weeks, so she decided to find some new twigs and moss. First, she departed the twigs and moss from the resting area.
Nyctea sighed as she soon finished," Well, that's a bit better." She turned to Lent and order," You need to stay in this area, while I get us some prey. If you don't behave while I'm gone, I will not allow you to have the juiciest part of the prey. Understand?"
She held her gaze for a few moments at her son, until he nodded blankly with closed eyes. The Snowy owl took off and scanned the ground for any sign of prey. "Great Glaux, this is more tough than raising an owlet." muttered Nyctea. She spotted a brown speck on the ground of snow. As she flew down with her talons held to the speck, she thought was a vole, it appeared to grow larger, and looked now to be a Burrowing owl. The Burrowing owl was digging out grubs, until he caught a glimpse of Nyctea.
"What a lovely day to see you here, miss." spoke the Burrowing owl, Grumble," Been expecting to see an old friend." The Snowy owl lightly cocked her head and asked," What brings you here, Grumble?
"Ah...yes, you might have been wondering why I'm here." Grumble took a step one foot forward," I was sent here by King Soren, to give a message to the daughter of Boron and Barran."
"Go on, then." Starting to sound interested in the message, but annoyed by being called "daughter of Boron and Barran". So Grumble began," He said that the daughter of the late king and queen, should come to the Great Tree," Nyctea hesitated, then Grumble went on quickly," If she wishes to come."
Nyctea was so irritated that she scowled," I won't go, Grumble! I have an owlet to take care of! He needs nourishment and-and..."
"A place to sleep in," finished the Burrowing owl," Don't panic, Nyctea, the young'in could go with me to the Great Tree, to take your place." The Snowy owl reluctantly answered and Grumple smoothly asked," Is he old enough to fly?"Nyctea's only answer was "No" and explained," It's been a rough winter on both of us and he only was born a few weeks ago. So, his eyes are closed until tomorrow and he can't speak yet, either."
Grumple stared thoughtfully," I can arrange that, plus I have the certain ryb, who can teach him, when he gets older. If he wants to do smithing, that is." Nyctea thought of the certain stories she had told him, and his favorite was of Eyzlryb, a Rogue Smith and a noble Guardian. She nodded," Yes, I can tell he would do well with being a Rogue Smith. But, who would his ryb be?"
"It's an old friend, a Spores owl, by the name of Bubo." replied Grumble," Well, best to be on the the go then, can see twix time is coming up."
The Snowy owl turned her back on him and heard Grumble speak," Mind if I help you get some food for the young'in and yourself and some twigs and moss for the nest?"
Nyctea shrugged," Sure just make quick timing, so you can get back across the Sea of Hoolemere to the Great Tree."
"Right! But I will have to stay at your hollow tonight, with the little feller. Well, lets get on then." grunted Grumble.