The Owl and The Crow

Chapter 2: Umm...Hi?

You raised an eyebrow as Mother Miranda continued to just stare at you. Growing a bit nervous under her piercing gaze your inner mind starts to scream at you.

'Oh my god all mighty, just freaking say something Misty, it's not that hard, I swear.'

"Umm...Hi?" was all you could say as her glare got more intense

'You ducking imbecile.' the voice scold you

"Who are you? I've never seen you come to my church and yet you do so today." she finally says

'Fina-freaking-lly. She speaks!'

"M-Me? Oh, my name's Misty. Misty Gale." you say

"Why have you come here? I've never seen you here before."

"Nothing much. Just wanted to see the infamous Mother Miranda." you shrug

You peer into her mask to meet her eyes. Oh those icy blue eyes, the gateways to her closed off heart. She suddenly clears her throat and you snap back into reality.

"Well you've seen me," she snaps, "Now tell me what you really want, or do I have to drag it out of you."

Your heart rate slightly quickens and you grip your sketchbook a little tighter. That's it!

"Okay you got me." you sigh and roll your eyes, " I'm an artist and wanted to draw you. This was the only way I could really see you up close and in person."

She peers at you before looking away, scoffing softly.

'This bish!'

She starts to walk away before turning back.

"Well? Do you want to finish or not?"

You jump up and quickly follow her out of the church and into the silent village road.

"You will begin tomorrow. Meet me here at dawn with any supplies you need. Don't be late."

You look over and before you could say anything she disappeared into a mass of shadows and crows. You wave your hand to clear away the feathers. One lands in your hair and you were about to throw it to the ground but decide against it and just set it in your satchel before looking around. The streets were bare but you decided not to chance it and began walking back home, berating yourself the whole way home.

***

Dawn came too quickly as the sun began to hit your face through your curtains and send its blinding lights into your eyes. You groan and roll out of bed before putting on an indigo short sleeved dress, long black socks and gloves, dark blue heel boots, and your hat. You slide down the latter onto the first floor before getting reading in the bathroom, combing and braiding your hair.

'Wait, we're really doing this?' the voice asked

"Yes." you mutter

You make your way out of the bathroom and look in your cabinets for some bread and butter.

'You're really dumb for someone who's lived for so long.'

"I'd thought you'd figure that part out already." you rolled your eyes.

Finally finding the food you toast the bread with the palm of your hand before melting the butter onto it and crunching away

'WOW, real mature, don't need to attack me first thing in the morning.'

"You attacked me first dumbbutt."

'Dumbbutt?! Is that really the best insult you could come up with?! I was expecting something like a curse word.'

"Shut your trap, you don't curse either, so why are you making fun of me?!"

You could feel the voice roll its eyes before going silent. You grabbed your satchel and filled it with your normal necessities along with some other pencils and colors.

"You better behave yourself, no distractions."

You scold the voice before snapping your fingers, teleporting you behind the church away from prying eyes. You round the corner to see Mother Miranda waiting for you. You approach her and she turns her head to look at you, her eyes showing nothing under her golden bird mask.

"Are you ready, stranger?" she asked

"Yes." you replied, "And my name's Misty, or Misses Gale if we're doing formalities."

She rolled her eyes before turning and going into the church, following her closely behind. Once in the church Miranda takes a seat and you take the one across from her, pulling out her drawing supplies. You nestled into the chair before beginning to draw the woman in front of you, scratching and tracing every inch and detail.

'Ohh~ she's kinda hot just sitting there.'

You ignore the voice and continue drawing.

'What would happen if you told you all my puns that have to do with the Sphinx. :)'

"Not now..." you mutter quietly

'Too late.' the voice chirped

You groaned internally as the voice took a deep breath.

'There are always some purrfect puns. Don't go cawing around like that. I know you heard about the party, honestly it was a hoot. You're good at drawing because you've been winging it your entire life. Why don't you date again, so you won't be owl by yourself. There was gossip the other day, but I can't tell you hoo. Honestly I'm talon you these pun's aren't that bad, it's not like I'm always talon them. Meow you doing Misty? I think you and I are the best furfriends furever, isn't that pawsome! You'd be kitten yourself if-'

"WOULD YOU SHUT YOUR TRAP!" you shouted unintentionally

Mother Miranda shot up from her seat and before you could react she gripped your throat tight, her clawed jewelry digging into your skin. You looked into her blazing eyes and without thinking teleported behind her. She whirled around and stared at you with wide eyes.

'Chips and salsa!' the voice cursed

You wave your hand and disappear before Mother Miranda could do anything, your stuff landing on the ground next to you. You take some deep breaths to steady yourself before coughing violently. You place a hand on your mouth and when you remove your hand blood stains your palm. Your eyes grow wide as the room begins to spin. The last thing you remember was the floor rushing to you before it all went dark.

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