“Whoooo are you?” the shadow repeated. After a moment
however, the voice descended into a trilling laughter that was somewhat
musical. “Get it? ‘Whoooo are you?’ It’s an owl thing” the voice chirped
playfully. For the first time Aubrey noted that the voice was distinctly
female.
“You’re an owl?” Aubrey asked in a way that was more of a
statement. In the darkness he could make out the shape of the great bird
perched on the boundary fence. He saw its eyes staring back at him, unblinking.
“And you’re a gnome,” she said matter of factly. “My name is
Adrianna.”
“Aubrey. Aubrey Meriwether,” he stammered.
“Well Aubrey Meriwether, why is a gnome like yourself out
past his bedtime?” she teased. “Surely you know the dangers that lurk in the
forest at night.”
“Um, well, I mean, I enjoy walks in the evening and the sun
set quicker than I had expected and I was just looking out at the forest and I
lost track of time and…” the words spilled from him until Adrianna interrupted.
“You’ve never seen an owl have you? …
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