Disclaimer: I don't own The Labyrinth, no matter how many times I attempt to wish myself away. I'm also not making a cent of profit from this; its merely for the funzys.
Spectacled Owl - Pulsatrix perspicillata
He hooted up at her again, hopping slightly until she bent down to be face to face with him, to which she did ever so hesitantly.
"What are you trying to tell me?" she pleaded, and he fixed her with his blue eye once more.
As she looked into it, meeting his gaze, for a moment all she saw was the reflection of the Spectacled Owl's cage behind her, the small raptor frozen within. Nothing to speak of as a message. But when he turned ever so slightly, she was suddenly seeing visions.
Images beyond her comprehension, mingled with views from a tower overlooking the Labyrinth. A thousand scenes just like the one that haunted her dreams; of him coming to take the baby, played out in the space of a second. Images of the crystal ballroom though another set of eyes; and the faint melody of his song started to play in her head, interweaving with whispers of goblins chanting for their queen.
"You were coming back for me." She murmured softly, enraptured by the images in his eye. "Why now? Why after all these years?"
He turned just so again, and a vision of a clock came to her, the one from the broken room. And it was spinning so quickly she could barely see the hands, yet frozen in time. Floating aimlessly within the space.
She knew then.
"13 years."
Note: Oh look, proof velvet can write whilst sick. Enjoy. *salutes and toddles back off to her cave of Poweraid and Dramamine*