Willow hobbled along through Eridanus and into icy cold tunnels. She looked around only briefly as she stopped as soon as she felt the ice under her talons and looked down at them, frowning. She waited for a moment before she twisted her head around to look for the other owl she had lead here - making as much noise as she possibly could so he could actually follow her. She nodded somewhat as Dark approached, not that he could see that or anything.

"Rocks do not grow legs and leave," she said, as soft-voiced as ever. "I'm sure it'll be here somewhere."

The owl continued on into the tunnel, avoiding drops of freezing cold water falling on her head with a faint sigh. She didn't know what the rock-egg chyrsalis thing looked like, and Dark wouldn't be any help on identifying it either. Perhaps she should have thought that through before she decided to (rather recklessly, at that) go out and help this blind owl with a child-like complexion despite him being nearly as tall as she was - he was surely a full adult. Perhaps older than she was.

Willow shook her head a little. It didn't matter much. She had a thing to find.

@Dark

The owl hobbled along, head held low against the icy gusts of wind that blew now and again. He'd followed easily enough through Eridanus, led by Willow's noisy passage, and thanked her quietly once or twice for helping him.

If Willow had looked closely she'd have realized that he didn't have a childlike complexion. He looked entirely the adult bird--and anyway, owls didn't have complexions, because they had feathers. Over their skin. His were ragged, torn here and there around the tips of his wings and his legs. This was likely because he shuffled from place to place rather than flying, for the most part.

He made his way to the tunnel wall, feeling up to the point where Ghanyarah had (unbeknownst to the owl) left the accidentally broken-off portion of his stone. It was gone, entirely gone, but the owl searched anyway, feeling along the tunnel's icy floor with his talons.

"It was here, or--right near here... I think," he said softly. He thought about using his magic on the tunnel, to try and see what had happened, but when he pushed his powers into the floor, and felt the echo back, all he could see were dim and distant shapes. "Sometimes I can see things with my magic. But I can't pick when to see, and it keeps seeing really old things, I think"

The owl let out a soft and disappointed sigh, worry and distress still evident in his actions as he shuffled from place to place.

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@Willow

The owl would have probably spent time with his compatriot; he'd probably have gotten to know her, and enjoyed being around another owl. However, at that precise moment, an icicle dropped from above.

He didn't know what it was, or what had happened; he only knew that something sharp fell on him, lightly cutting his back; he knew it was ice cold, and that it hurt.

With a horrible shriek the owl took off, launching away and flying low, assuming to himself that this stranger Willow had suddenly turned on him, for whatever reason.

The world was a strange place.

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((exit Dark))