ooc: omigosh! Owl Acrobatics!
Utter embarrassment was what she felt for her companion animal due to his behavior as of late. Ever since their return to the festival, the great owl had been all mischief and annoyance without even an ounce of reputable behavior she could be proud of. He was acting less of a companion and more of an unruly pet. But the bird’s behavior was not solely his fault, for she knew this screeches to be cries of attention and his theatrics were to interact with his handler as they used to.
It was shameful to admit that she had neglected the proud owl, only giving him her attention when she was in need of his service or an impressive detail to her stature. He had become more a symbol than a friend. As her confidence in the taming of avian creatures flourished, so did her neglect for the companionship her dear friend craved. And so she could not blame him but she could certainly try to return to his good favor.
For the latter part of the afternoon, both wolf and owl lingered on the outskirts on the festival grounds for time to themselves. As it were, they were not the only pair seeking a little solitude from the madness and bustle of the festival, but certainly their activities were less intimate than a few pairs sneaking off to start their own private party. In the section that belonged just to her and her friend, the autumn-hued Nomad with varying feathers in her mane sang sweetly to the companion aloft in the sky making grandeurs sweeps in the air as he danced on the wind. Each note played by her voice was a command to her companion, guiding his movements from a leisurely glide on the winds to a predatory plummet to the ground to ensnare some unseen fodder. And as much as she enjoyed singing for her companion, the owl was elated to have the woman’s attention more.