Out of nowhere, an owl appears by my side. I flinch and lean back, surprised by how quietly the creature arrived.
It looks at me with two beady eyes and I match them, moving closer so our eyes are about a hoof apart.
What does this thing want? Who even let the vermin in?
“Can I help you?” I ask as if the owl had no right to be here. Which it didn't really.
“Hoo.”
Oh great – not only is it invading my private space, but it's brain-dead.
“Can you speak my language? Or construct an actual sentence of any kind?” Perhaps I could turn him into my drone and play Hive Queen for a bit. It would make sense, considering I no longer have wings to use. Although, that might be seen as sacrilege and I doubt the Queen would approve, given the mood she's currently in.
The owl tilts its head slightly. “Hoo.”
No, it's just plain stupid. Definitely not worthy of my time.
I turn away and look out the window again, impatiently waiting for Twilight's return. The owl however, stretches its wings and flies in front of me, blocking my view. I give a snarl, reminiscent of my changeling self, in its direction.
It doesn't flinch and instead looks me right in the eye again. Maybe there's a bit of intelligence there.
The owl glares at me, daring me to make another move. I almost laugh.
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