It is a warm summer night, the breeze blowing over your hair as you go about your late stroll on the sidewalk, music playing through your earbuds, unaware of a white feathery creature perched up in a tall tree, its eyes sharp and yellow, following your peaceful stroll.
The barn owl flies over your head, landing closer branch by branch.
βπΌ π½πΆππ π·πππ ππΆππΈπ½πΎππ πππ π»ππ πΆ ππ½πΎππβ¦πππ πΆπΈπ ππ πΈπΆππππππ πππ πΎπ ππ½π πΉπΆπππππππ πΉπΆππ, ππΎππ ππππ½πΎππ πΎπ ππ½πππ ππ π½πΆππ πππβ¦β
The words eco unheard by you, and suddenly the owl did not seem soβ¦ animal-like, as if human looked through its eyesβ¦or a certain Fae.
His talons shimmer negligibly under the moon.
βπͺπ½ ππ½πΎπ πππππΉ π·π ππ½π ππΎππ½π πππ ππΎππ ππππππ·ππβ¦ππ½π ππΎππ½π πππ ππΎππ πΈπππ π»πΆπΈπ ππ π»πΆπΈπ ππΎππ½ ππ, ππ πΉππΆπ, ππΎππ½ πΆ πππΆπΈππ»ππ πΉπΆππΈπ ππ πππππ.β
You go around a corner, thinking to make another way home that you have not tried yet, a quiet and peaceful area under some trees.