"So? Where are you from?" Flying in mid-air, the feathered demi-owl girl flapped her wings in mid-air, as silently as a whisper.
"Lululalia, and you?" Replied, the demi-raven, her eyes all dark and her wings much more audible than her other flight partner.
Thankfully for them both, being in the brambles, their bodies were hidden behind thorny branches from all directions. Landing on one thick branch, the two folded their wings and momentarily looked at each other.
"Aesteradia, never thought I'd ever fly again after Batimos' curse had just lifted," replied the owl-girl, slowly reaching for her back to pluck out loose feathers.
"Why?" Eyeing the strange behaviour, the other closely watched as her senior put her plucked feathers into a bag on her waist belt. "And what are you doing?"
