The Sparks of an Ancient Light
At first maggie took the voice to be herald's, she brightened, but found instead the ghost of a snowy owl. the shadowy outline of the avian spirit settled down beside maggie as she shyly backed away, "who are you?"
The Sparks of an Ancient Light
She found the ghost of a snowy owl who stood silently on the road, his head cocked in a most unusual way. "may i help you?" she spat. "i am called boron." rosemary gathered herself up, "well i am pleased as punch to meet you, what might i do for you?"