The young owl sighed as she made her way to the now ice covered balcony of the Ars Goetia family mansion after her uncle, Andrealphus, decided to decorate the propperty with his chilling fashion. The cold night air hit her face, making her shiver. She quickly zipped up her jacket, hoping to fend off the chill that caused her feathers to puff slightly. She perched herself on the pristine stone railing, her usual spot for solitude, and put in her airpods.

*"Why do you hate her more than you love me? You don't love Mom... You don't love me... You love... him!"

Octavia quietly listened to her favorite song, "My World Is Burning Down Around Me" by the band Fuck You Dad, the exaggerated edginess of a teenage owl evident in her mood. She let out another sigh, her gaze drifting upwards to the starry sky, a bitter expression creeping across her features while recalling the events of the past few days

"You always told me I'd be okay Well I'll be okay, though I'm not okay today But my tears won't fall upon your shoulder I'll just get older and you'll only know my name"

Her thoughts were a mere half sung whispers, barely audible over the music. She clenched her beak into a scowl that slowly softened, giving way to resignation. Hugging her knees close to her chest, Octavia stared into the distance, her eyes reflecting a mixture of anger, hurt, and longing. The stars above twinkled indifferently, offering no comfort.