Strange Owls

Whip hung her knife and hammer from a rack. They were the only two weapons she had. It didn't matter, it was hard to fight anyway. And she could always make more weapons in her forge. She had just finished unpacking.

Now, to start on the dronkeys. Whip started a fire and flew to where she'd put her metals. She took some out, after making sure it was a gray type, and went back to the fire. She took the metal out and stated working to get it round. That was when she heard someone at the window. Don't most people use the door? She wondered.

She flew to the window and opened it. "Hi!" came an excited voice. "Can we come in?"

Whip tipped her head slightly so she could hear better. There were three of them, and she thought they were owls. She flew out of the way and waved them in with her wing. "Sure. Come on in."

The three owls flew in and landed in the middle of the room. "So it's true. There's a new owl in Far Far Away and she's a black smith. You working on something?"

Whip nodded. This owl could really talk. "So, who are you?"

"Oh how could I have forgotten."

"Sorry." It was the first time she'd heard one of the other ones talk.

"I'm Moon." The main talker said.

"I'm Gray."

"And I'm Whisper."

Moon was a girl, Gray and Whisper were boys. Moon continued. "We work for the king."

"Arthur Pendragon." Gray added. Whip already knew that but she didn't mention it.

"We're his messenger birds." Moon went on.

"There are others of course. But we're some of the few who talk." Gray put in.

"And we're the only owls." Whisper said.

"That's why we came to visit you. We wanted to see another owl." Moon explained.

Whip blinked and nodded slowly. "I'm Whip. It's nice to meet you."

"You too." Moon said. She extended her talon. Whip shook it. It was getting weird to shake hands with creatures who had none.

"Moon we better get going." Gray interrupted. "Artie might need us."

"Oh right. Bye Whip! We'll see you later." Moon, Gray, and Whisper flew back out the window.

"Bye!" Whip called out. She closed the window and let out a tired sigh. Those were the most hyper, and most weird, owls she'd ever seen.