It was just as you imagined: the ceiling of the hay loft was held up by large wooden poles, in which moss and termites have had their fun with over the years. Several empty horse stalls lined each wall, each one seemed to be its own world, they were dark as anything, and quite creepy. Suddenly you hear a loud bang and turn to see a barn owl flying away from what used to be a feedroom.

You push the door to the feedroom open, and inside, curled up in molding hay was a brown little creature. You must have awoken it, for its big eyes were blinking tiredly. 'Ueya Iaoeii?' it seemed to say.

Name: O'eia
Notes: O'eia, although does occasinally enjoy one's company, mostly likes to be left alone. It (being unisex) does not wish to have room mates or play pals. It is quite content on it's own.