Time to catch the wind.

Since my brother uses the Worm's account, I guess I will use my sister's since then it suggest's a less... Chaotic voice.

I am the Tawny Owl. And I am here to give you all a message. Several, actually.

Firstly, The Worm's ability as a Receiver has in fact taken damage from the attack of his last dream. I've still got Nesting within me a large amount of the Bright One's birds. I spend all night staring at him the moment my sister and he fall asleep, sharing the bed as I stare at him only for him to not mention it, or dreams at all, as he wakes.

The best we can do at this point is leave him to his fate, for another of Them will surely come after my Brother's Storm. Yet, he won't be along.

However, I recall the tenderness that my sister brought out of him, and the drink giving them both courage to share their first kiss before they drowned themselves into a stupor from the heckling of our Crest and Beaks, who I heckled back when they were all cuddled in the other room about the love birds.

The Bright One deems we should leave soon, but Maggie may end up nesting here and not return to our nest.

And I am fine with it, as is the Bright One and Kingfisher.

As a family, King and I very likely see having her somewhere safe will be best, as we both entered service to the Bright One to keep her safe. Having her tail us has been a burden, no matter how enjoyable it's been to remain a family, King and I worry far too much that the Bright One itself has to watch her so that we, it's hand's when it needs not wings, may act.

The Bright One is happy with the idea of her staying here, as it means that should the Worm still be special, it will have it's eyes and wings ready for it, whether to guard it or claim it.

And thus, lastly, is the reason for this post.

We are leaving. We got the lovebirds to go see a movie while we clean up, pack and move to a new base. We won't be found, but we may perch and visit.

We are to go to America, where the flock that our Faceless keeps is suffering heavy looses in a War where a Crimson Knight as great as his Master, a Dying Man shard and as well as some offshoots of the Hushed Monks seeking to allow the Quiet to claim us all.

All sides seem to desire to remove him, for he is successful of the vast army that serves the Bright One, that the Bright One itself deems it necessary for us to assist.

I guess every Faceless Bastard will see death at one point or another, it seems.

- I am the Tawny Owl.