[ Magic is humming here and there, even within the boarding house, so the surge of it coming from outside registers for a while before a voice interrupts his curiosity.
An owl is there when he turns. Tyto alba. So common and yet so rarely seen where it is now. This one has magic, so Noth rises from his seat carefully, more curiosity than suspicion in his frown. Will the visitor fly away if he comes too close? He'd like to open the window, but first: ]
Are those your eyes?
[ Or is the stranger watching through a drone sentinel? ]
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An owl is there when he turns. Tyto alba. So common and yet so rarely seen where it is now. This one has magic, so Noth rises from his seat carefully, more curiosity than suspicion in his frown. Will the visitor fly away if he comes too close? He'd like to open the window, but first: ]
Are those your eyes?
[ Or is the stranger watching through a
dronesentinel? ]