Owl had arrived as the sun was setting. There was a bit of
clear sky making the sunset even more spectacular. Wind had picked up, moving
any loose snow around and finally settling down to an easy calm. The sunset was
a wonderful spectrum of hue, dark orange to fading light and blue sky. This
made Owl’s entrance somewhat spectacular and ominous.
Junter and
Mole had dozed and were caught off guard by the somewhat unexpected entrance of
Owl who had a way of making such coming and going. Owl was keeper of history
and was therefore granted some leeway in the manner of how he was. This came
with the territory along with other little interesting perks, ones that came
and gone, most that stayed. When inherited from his father, Owl took the pace
with a little reluctance due to not really sure of what to do or how to
maintain what had been accomplished before.
Upon
entering, Owl placed his scarf on the coat rack by the entry way and walked
over to where Mole and Junter sat, poured a generous amount of tea and grabbed
a couple pieces of the snack that was laid out on the table. As he started to
consume this along with the tea, he looked at the two friends. Their presence
presented a calming affect for the newest member of the nights’ group, helping
to make it easy to consider what would be needed for the road ahead.
“Have you
two considered what will be needed for the journey ahead?” asked Owl.
“Of course,
Junter is fully aware what is needed and what is required,” replied Mole who
shifted his weight around in his seat.
The three
continued to dwell on what was ahead, determining the best way for the newest
and youngest member of the group to start and proceed. A pack, of course, they
all agreed was what was needed to carry the essentials due to the everyday
being provided, mainly food.
As the
three conversed, the eyes got heavy and all three were soon asleep where they
sat. The plans constructed for the morning after, at the show of first light.
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