Disclaimer: I don't own Valdemar, nor do I own the concept of Hawkbrothers!
I wrote the last one last year, on my fourteenth birthday. I will continue the tradition of writing in "The Best Birthday", I suppose, because it's fun and doesn't take long to write!
And yes, it's my birthday today! WHEEEE! -is very, very happy because she got birthday-grammed!-
(Birthday-grams are this thing at my school where the vocal ensemble comes and sings you happy birthday all in harmony...the look on my face must've been priceless!)
Onto the story!
Owlstar climbed carefully down from her ekele, testing her footing as she skirted the stairs and dropped to the ground. A scout-in-training, she wanted to practice treewalking whenever possible. She landed with hardly a sound on the earth below the tree and took a breath of the flower-scented air of K'Chona Vale.
Celebration tonight! she thought, happily, taking the right-hand path with an extra spring in her step. Her friends had gathered and were throwing her a party-technically, it was a surprise, but Owlstar had overhead some of the hertasi discussing it.
It was a bright fall day, slightly crisp even inside the Vale. Owlstar took a deep breath of the air, tasting under the perfume of the flowers the bite of fall. The Veil would be strengthened soon, to keep the chill from the air, but these first true days of autumn, where there was just a slight tang in the air of chill, were wonderfully.
Owlstar wandered down the paths of the Vale, debating inside herself whether or not to go lounge in the hot springs like "those indolent mages," as her scout-group-in-training teased the magic-apprentices.
She sensed rather than heard the rush of wings behind her, and politely stepped to one side, as was the etiquette for a Hawkbrother walking down one of these narrow paths, turning to see whose bird it was at the same time-
A fledgling snowy owl bondbird was wobbling through the air, obviously intent on Owlstar. As if in a dream, she raised her arm, and the bird settled gratefully-but gently-on her wrist, luminous golden eyes looking curiously into Owlstar's own...
:I Pren, you Star,: said the white owl decisively, :I yours.:
Wasn't that cute? I liked it a lot!
Reviews make wonderful birthday presents! -hint, hint-
So long, farewell, working on updates for your reading pleasure! (But not tonight, I get to see Capitol Steps!)
-Fireblade K'Chona