Oberon had been out hunting, and had recently found and consumed a nice fat mouse. Now lazily circling over the city, he was noticing all the strange sounds that humans and other animals can make. Less of them at night, thankfully, but there were still the odd things to be heard and seen. Especially in the part where the human girl lived. He had not seen her recently, but he still did flyovers just in case.
THERE SHE WAS! He'd know that hunched over walk anywhere. It was rather chilly, so he assumed that the girl was trying to stay warm in the wind. Not having feathers to fluff up was a definite disadvantage. Of course that must be why Humans had removable hides and fur. So they could put on more to be warmer. He circled around a few more times, checking if she had any of his friends with her, and determined, as best he could tell, that she was alone. Finally, sure that she was not in danger, or in trouble, he came down on his silent wings, and did a quick low circle to get her attention, and landed on her shoulder. ~Am here. Friend-girl not-here for much time.
Anwyn giggled softtly as Oberon's beak nuzzled her hair. "Hello, silly bird", she said affectionately, pausing to return the favour by making a few slow-and-light grooming-motions among the feathers on his chest. Kay had show her where to find basic info on owls in the data banks, and had also provided a few tips on Oberon in particular. Unlike wild owls, THIS one wouldn't ever deliberately hurt her.
"I was starting to wonder where you had gotten yourself off to", she added, "But by the smell of your breath, I think I can figure it out !". Ewww! Mouse-breath certainly wasn't the nicest smell in the world. But then again, not EVERYONE was lucky enough to be able to be able to do THIS.
Idly Anwyn wished that Oberon could TALK to her, like he apparently could do with Kay and Ceroill and Dannette. But, as things were, at least he was such an intelligent bird that it seemed as though he understood everything she said to him.
Around her, a few people stared in curiousity. Some seemed puzzled. *I'm GLAD that I DON'T have RED hair* thought Anwyn sighed, *but I really wish those people had better manners*. But then again, it apparently wasn't typical for people to walk around with a small bird-of-prey on their shoulder.
She decided to ignore them. Instead she turned her head to talk to Oberon as she walked. "Well then, Oberon ... since you're such a good hunter, perhaps you'll bring me luck in my search for that interesting MacConnall boy". Now where would be a good place to look first ? On one hand, she seemed to recall that he lived in the Guard barracks (where young ladies would NOT likely get a warm welcome). Or he might be out patrolling the town.
Perhaps it might work out best to simply wander around town first. Afterall, she could always try the barracks later. And if she DIDN'T manage to find him, then at least she would have had the pleasure of freaking people out by her choice of companion, and good companionship while doing so. In the meantime, she kept absent-mindedly-grooming Oberon's lovely feathers.
When she used her finger like that, Oberon gave out soft clicking noises, half closed his eyes, and rotated his head around and up to face her. He kept forgetting that this one did not speak like his other human friends did. She could only jabber like most humans. She was obviously learning though. He wasn't sure what she was talking about, but felt that she was relieved to be out and about, and that she was lonesome. He picked up the image of another human. A young male he had seen at home a few times, long ago. Perhaps a prospective mate for this one? Apparently she was seeking him. He clicked his beak a couple of times, and gripped her shoulder more firmly as she began walking again.