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Bo flipped his head around as he applied polish to the claws resting in front of him. A commotion outside of his hollow? How dare they! He hardly made a motion to see exactly what was going on, continuing to run a velvet-covered leaf over his precious claws, applying a natural aloe to resist rusting and scratching, paying close attention to the precious colored stones he had recieved from Trader Mags and had worked into the design of his claws.
Still he kept an eye outside his hollow for the happenstance of someone coming by. Seemed to him it was nothing more than a chick playing games or something, perhaps someone goofing off in a chaw. It didnt matter much to him, but hoped it wouldnt be brought to his small hollow.
Putting up his claws once they were well polished, he rearranged the many pieces of metal work he'd hung up in his hollow on a loose vine, the abstract shapes eye pleasing to him, but something an outside owl might concider weapons if he'd wanted to use them. Winds coming through the old knotholes constantly disarranged them, though he had no qualm with replacing them with a gentle nudge of the beak.
Xyomara ducked her head against the fierce wind as she beat her wings tirelessly, flying across the Sea of Hoolemere. Her scarred wing was beginning to ache, as usual, and she glanced at the turbulent waters below.
Ezylryb might want to know about this weather once I arrive
She thought to herself as she set her beak and tried to ignore the spikes of pain as she flapped her wings. Stupid headwind. She narrowed her golden eyes against the rain and sleet whipping around her, spotting the Great Tree in the distance. She could rest soon. She swooped down past a strangely colored barn owl and some kind of great horned owl, and landed neatly on a narrow branch. Her wings folded neatly at her sides and she took a long look around. Too many owls, as usual, but not much had changed since she was last here.
Xyomara looked up at the mention of enemies, and glanced out. She saw no owls...
Oh, wait...
She sighed, realizing that other owls didn't take well to flying in daylight. As a Hawk Owl, she was not sensitive to daylight, or at least not as much as other owls were. She sighed. Better explain this to the leaders before there was a complete uproar. She shifted on her branch and decided drowsily that news of her arrival could wait until tomorrow, she was too tired to move. She took a last look around before settling into an uneasy and light sleep, easily dispelled in case of an attack.
Am'gthar churred loudly ( the owl way of laughing) "I paint my feathers all the time, and it doesn't seem to affect my flying at all. Let me show you!" Am'ghthar leaped into the air and did several advanced flying maneavers. Lilya stayed on the perch, but she knew it would not be long until she had to show off. Am'gthar flew in a fast swirling spiral and almost missed one the rybs flying out of the tree. It was the same barred owl from before. " What are all of you doing up at this time? don't you know the dangers of crows and other things?!" Am'ghthar twitched uncomfortably. She remembered than one her older siblings had been severely maimed by a mob of crows. It was not a happy memory. She began to say that Lili had been bothering her and forced her to come out, but her speech was interrupted.
"Leave the young one alone, daylight aint so bad"
 Hooted Xyomara as she noisily swooped up,
 "Crows don't come out this far." She stretched her wings with a graon, she was stiff from her long flight. She looked curiously at the barn owl before her, taking in the gaudy colors.
How odd, to voluntarily make yourself stand out...
She thought. She watched the barred owl fly off, disgruntled. Most of the rybs were familiar with her face by now, and were not unwise enough to challenge her. She yawned and blinked a few times, trying to stay awake.
"You're a good enough flier to avoid crows, so don't worry too much about flying in daylight." She offered awkwardly to the painted owl.