3rd of Summer, 516
Orange fingers trailed their way across the snow as the sun started to dip towards the land. Nemori’s purple eyes watched it for a moment before turning back into her room. It was simple room, only a few items decorating the area. She moved towards the wood and metal cage in which sat an owl. The owl was white with strands of brown trailed through the feathers, getting more numerous one he back and head. Nemori opened the gate with a clang of metal and the owl ruffled her feathers in dismay. Orange eyes opened to glare at Nemori.
“Hey, Whisper” Nemori chirped happily. Whisper replied by huffing and fluttering to the furthest corner of her cage. Nemori frowned in response.
“Oh, come on. You are supposed to be active around now” Whisper merely stared up with bright orange eyes, her head ducked slightly into the feathers of her body. She was nearly pressed against the back of the cage in an attempt to not have to remain wake up. Nemori shook her head before turning away from the owl. It did not yet matter if Whisper was feeling helpful or not, there was still some stuff Nemori had to do before she required obedience from her companion. Her attention turned to a small chunk of red meat which rested on her table. She used her basic knife to divide the meat into smaller chunks, taking care not to cut herself in the process. It was slow work, carefully measuring out the sections into appropriate sizes before slicing off the sections. She wanted to get it right. The raw meat was leaking slightly as she cut into the fat, threatening to stain her table with blood. As she worked Nemori could occasionally hear fluttering behind her, creeping closer with each movement. She deliberately ignored it, not giving the Owl attention. Another flutter and bright orange eyes peered curiously from the edge of the table. Whisper was stubborn, Nemori was aware of this. She had known the bird long enough to become accustom to her behaviour.