They flew for several hours, stopping to eat where they could find
food when, in the distance, they see their team of Owls and the Little
Owl. The group is whole again with Rosalie, Sensei, the Horse, the Owls
and Little Owl.
They descend from the sky and landed along the sandy bank of a
cape. The sky was at dusk and had turned a beautiful pink. They had
only a short period of light left and so they quickly began setting up
camp. Rosalie took a small axe from the
Horse’s saddle bag and walked into the shrubbery to find branches suitable for
a fire. The Little Owl hopped behind her
and followed into the loose shrubbery that became thicker and more
entangled.
The messenger Owls and Sensei began making a pit for the fire and checked
the area for dangerous intruders.
Rosalie stopped to look at the branches around her and noticed the
Little Owl hopping up behind her and realized he had followed her into the
shrubbery. She smiled and bent down to
pat him on the head. Rosalie then turned
her attention to one branch and began chopping at it with her axe. As she chopped she noticed a mist of fine
particles escape the branch and settle on her.
She continued to chop until the branch was freed from the trunk and
landed on the ground. She bent down to
pick up the branch and to look for the Little Owl but she didn’t see him. She began to look everywhere when suddenly
she heard the panicked voice of the Little Owl “Rosalie where are you? I can’t see you.” Rosalie then said “I’m right here. Where are you? There isn’t time to be playing games we need
to gather branches for a fire”. Rosalie
then felt something bump into her leg.
She reached down and she could feel the soft fur of the Little Owl. She realized she couldn’t see him but he was
very much there. She also realized she
could feel her hands and leg but she couldn’t SEE here hands, leg or the rest
of her body. She and the Little Owl were
utterly invisible. She wasn’t afraid as
much as she was intrigued by the whole situation. She stopped and remembered the fine mist
coming from the branch that she had been chopping. She went back to the shrub and began using
her axe to again chop the trunk. This
time she noticed that the particles that landed onto the leaves and grass made
them disappear. She said first calmly
then more loudly and more loudly “Oh…OH…OHHHH!! Little Owl speak so I know where
you are”. She heard him cough and then
he said “I’m over here”. From the sound of his voice she scooped him up and ran
out of the shrubs and onto the bank where the Owls were gathered.
