Ouroboros Spine Gold light on the sea

The child was curious. It was not the first that she had seen through her many years. This one looked spry and soft, with big eyes, the kind that looked at the world plainly. 

The meal was hardly anything for the owl, surely nothing of interest to the girl, but after a pondering moment the owl let loose her talons; the remains dropped across the girl below.

A bloody, tattered scarf.