It was late summer. The crescent moon shone down on Ansin's white face. He was perched on a branch of a large sycamore tree, near the border of Ambala and Kuneer. He swiveled his head around 180 degrees, looking, or rather, listening, for nothing in particular. The sycamore tree had a hollow in it that had been previously abandoned. In that hollow, sat Rivena. She bliked at Ansin, a content look in her eyes. Why, oh why did you have to be born a Barn Owl? she kept wondering to herself. He would've asked Ansin to be her mate the day she met him if he were a Spotted Owl, like herself. But they were two different species of owl, and it was never going to work out. He stopped swiveling his head as the two owls locked gazes. "What are you looking at?" he asked her.
"Oh, nothing..." she replied, innocently.
Ansin's eyes widened slightly, and then he turned his head 90 degrees. "There's another owl over there. I think it's a Short-Eared owl... maybe, I'm not sure." No sooner had he finished his sentence, Rivena was out on the branch too, looking in the direction he was. Slowly, she was edged her way closer to the Barn Owl. Ansin seemed to pick up on her act, and spread his wings, flying away from her to the end of the branch, looking out into the desert of Kuneer. "Er... there's also a cactus out there, a bit of sound coming from it... there may be an Elf Owl or something in there."
Oh for Glaux's sake! thought Rivena, flying over to see the cactus.
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