01-21-2021, 05:43 PM
She was only here at the behest of a child and one whom had paid her for this job. One meat cake as he had called it and when the little one had given it to her she had been rather surprised. To her she had not expected any kind gestures from the Four Legs that ran rampant among the island. Even if it was payment for her services she didn't think he would actually follow through. It was interesting but did not change her opinions of them. At least not by much. With wings that flew silently across the sky she watched the ground for any moements as she soared overhead. Much of what she knew was given to her, directions and what to look for when she actually got to his place called The Pitt. Already she didn't much care for the name, guess it was underneath the Typhoon in that regard. Her tail feathers shifted as she dipped lower down, scanning across desert sands. A meager amount of annoyance showed on her face at the territory itself. There was no suitable place to land in this place. Though she supposed that she should keep going, after all she was told there was a jungle. One with which housed these animals.
Guiding herself she twisted herself around in the air high above and once she managed to find the jungle she pulled her wings back and dove. Her body disappeared within the canopy of trees, taking note of the odd change in temperature. There was, oddly enough, snow here which she found to be disturbing. Hot and cold did not mix but the barn owl merely decided not to dwell on it for too long and get this job over with. As she swept through the branches the pale white avian of soft grey and speckled brown finally laid her bronze red eyes upon what she guessed was their city, town, whatever they wished to call it. Metal lengthened talons struck forward to grasp onto a branch. Her winds flared before she pulled them against her body. Around her neck was a stone carved like that of a dragon around her neck and clutched on her talons with the leg not holding onto the branch was some paper. Her voice suddenly left her sharp beak, demanding and forthcoming. "Hello, Four Legs of the Pitt. I am here to speak with a Trygve Roux. He has items that need to be given to him."
Guiding herself she twisted herself around in the air high above and once she managed to find the jungle she pulled her wings back and dove. Her body disappeared within the canopy of trees, taking note of the odd change in temperature. There was, oddly enough, snow here which she found to be disturbing. Hot and cold did not mix but the barn owl merely decided not to dwell on it for too long and get this job over with. As she swept through the branches the pale white avian of soft grey and speckled brown finally laid her bronze red eyes upon what she guessed was their city, town, whatever they wished to call it. Metal lengthened talons struck forward to grasp onto a branch. Her winds flared before she pulled them against her body. Around her neck was a stone carved like that of a dragon around her neck and clutched on her talons with the leg not holding onto the branch was some paper. Her voice suddenly left her sharp beak, demanding and forthcoming. "Hello, Four Legs of the Pitt. I am here to speak with a Trygve Roux. He has items that need to be given to him."