Neverwinter Forest Ah, Play the Wind of Traveling Wings

The young owl had closed his eyes for only a moment, wanting to give them a break from any harsh light that slipped through the thick trees, but the sound of wings pulled them open soon after. What he was met with was a little bird stealing from his work of art. Who does that? Just goes around stealing anything they wanted form whoever they felt like taking it from. It was not very kind, or appropriate given that the creator of the piece was still there and watching. His head turned, eyes narrowing in on the bird's beak, only to see that it held feathers. His feathers, the feathers he'd plucked from his very own breast. The nerve that bird had to have! Swiftly, and silently, the barn owl spread out his wings and took flight, only to then head down towards the little bird.

“Hey!” Keyx screeched, as his voice often got higher in pitch when shouting. “Put those down, put those down right now!” The larger bird landed by the smaller with as much ease and grace as any would, his head lowering and wings raising a big beside him as he tried to make himself appear even larger. “Don't steal my art!”