Meira stood on the outcropping of jagged stone waiting, if Blackfire had given her the correct directions, all there would be left to do was wait. It wasn't long before another owl appeared, dressed as Blackfire, he spoke to her.
Thalassa sat upon her old Oak tree, watching the sky as the sun arose. It lit up the clouds and turned them a vivid orange, and silhouettes of birds could be seen passing the sun. It was a beautiful scene, the trees were a golden brown and sparkled in the sun's rays, the wind swirled through old Oak's branches and the wind whispered through the rattling leaves, the branches creaked as they swayed. The sound of softly flapping wings interrupted her peace, and she looked behind her. "Is someone there?" She asked the strange sound nervously. Nobody answered, and the sound faded away into the vast forest. She was tempted to follow it, but thought it'd be best if she remained still.
Tylisia arose from a long afternoon nap, stretching her wings out as she stepped out of her hollow and into the dim sunlight. She ruffled her feathers in protest as a gust of wind blew against her, hitting her with a mist of sleet and tiny rain droplets. Snow was in the cold autumn air; if only the temperature was a little colder, the sleet would turn to snow.
Tylisia looked up at the sky with her large, bright eyes. It was completely covered with a blanket of pure white clouds that hung heavily in the sky. The trees around her had been stripped of most of their leaves from the previous night's fierce wind and rain storm, and so the forest had an empty, shaggy look to it. Tylisia could just imagine what it would be transformed into after the first snowfall; blankets of pure white would be laid upon the ground, and the thin trees would be become sparkling icicles that reached up to the sky. The forest would literally be transformed into a magnificent winter wonderland, and that's what Tylisia always loved about the first snowfall of the year.
Tylisia sighed and looked around. She heard a few distant hoots from other owls that echoed through the forest.
"Scree-eeech!" Tylisia called to Jay.
"Scree-eee-eeech!" Jay hissed back to her in response, telling her he was at the center tree, helping a group of owls find the perfect hunting spot with the most abundant amount of prey to catch for this Thanksgiving. The owl kingdoms always celebrated Thanksgiving in a very cheerful manner, filled with many seasonal festivities and a gigantic -and seemingly endless- amount of food for all the owls in the kingdom to share. And so in preparation, with Thanksgiving only a couple weeks away, the owls always made sure to choose a good hunting spot where they could catch the most prey to be supplied for the Thanksgiving feast.
Tylisia leaped into the air and soared towards the center tree, anxious for something exciting and helpful to do. Maybe I can help find a good hunting location, too? She thought to herself as she glided on the wind.