Opa || Glenmore Royal Hind || Barn Owl BID -- LOST

Opa, like any fawn her age, always wanted to stay by her mothers side... But, well, weren't fawns always curious of everything? Like those things that go about above their heads. Those things that 'fly'? Those funky beings that Opa's mother had told her were called 'Owls'. They looked magical in the little hinds mind as they silently went about their way in the darkening sky. Their wings never made a sound!

So far the little golden colored fawn had only seen two large owls flying through the dusk sky. Mainly it was the bigger of the two, which her mother told her was the boy one. And when Opa asked, it sounding more like gibberish than words, where the other one went, her mother replied that the girl one was probably looking after their babies. That the girl one was a mother like herself and was busy watching and teaching her little ones. Like how she was teaching Opa. After a few more, mostly incoherent, questions -followed with more reluctant answers-, her mother shewed her into their den because of it getting dark out and other reasons... Like it be past her 'bed-time'... and because she didn't want Opa to stay up even later asking more questions. And even as the little filly lay curled up next to her cognizant mother, slowly losing herself to sleep, her mind would drift to those strange winged creatures.

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A week later, from that night that Opa 'bombarded' her mother with those questions, she came face to face with one of those owls. Well... It was a baby one, maybe around 2 months old(4 months younger than her), but it was an owl none the less! It was on a sunny day during Opa's first summer, her mother had let her outside the den as she had been doing some 'summer cleaning', when Opa came across the babe at the edge of the small glade. It was a wee-fluffy thing. And it had Opa furrowing her brows at it because it wouldn't be quiet!

Screech-Screech-SCREECH! Opa had to pull her poor, sensitive ears back just to get close to the owlet. And of course the young fawnling wouldn't relent on saying hello to her sky-living neighbor! She did realize, though, that the poor thing was probably scared since it was away from its parents and out of its own 'den'. Opa remembered the first time she had wandered out of the den. She had snuck out without her mother, or her mothers consent, and had only made it to where she practically stood now before crying out for her mother because it was so scary!

Opa wanted the fledgling baby to feel safe and stop crying so she stepped a few more steps closer before she was standing behind it. Then the filly did what her mother did to her every night. She wrapped her tail around it, laid behind it, and pulled it close with her feathery tail. "Little one, it o-okay." She gave it a few gentle nudges with her nose and, miraculously, it quieted down, snuggling into the soft cream and golden hair on her tail. With a smile, she rested her head beside the owl and her tail. Thinking about how she had to let her father know about her little friend and how she was able to calm it.

It wasn't until the sun was beginning it's decent behind the Great Oak did Opas mother come to retrieve her fawn. She had kept a careful watch of her little girl at the edge of the glade from inside the den, even as she cleaned. But now it was time for her to finally fetch her fawn. She smiled when she saw the little owlet laying with her daughter. Giving a little chuckle, she woke her daughter and the fledgling with a nudge to each. "Well look at that. You found a friend! It's no wonder I named you after an owl. You two resemble each other so closely, it appears you looked into a clear puddle and saw your reflections. Now come on my darling Opa, it's time to go back into the den, and you need a feeding. Don't worry, you can bring your friend along. We might actually have to help it get back to its parents."

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That day, so many years ago, has become one of Opa's favorite memories. And she remembers it still to this day as it was a life changing day and experience. Now 6 years old, she is well on her way to become a beautiful lady of Glenmore. She still has her playful, frolicsome nature, but since her fawn-hood she has grown up, especially since the day the now exiled King and all of his followers, does, and fawns fled. That day she lost a great friend as he(/she) ran with their father, Ex-King Drustan. Of course she had other fawnling friends, but that particular fawn had been her other best friend. Since that other life changing day, and with the crowning and rule of the new king, Opa has become MUCH more polite and graceful. Though she still has a long way to go until she is even close to the older ladies that are A+ for being prime and proper. Opa, on the other 'hoof', gets a A for effort. Besides, she isn't an adult yet and, her mother is still teaching her the ways of a Glenmorian Lady.

As for her little owl friend, who had earned the name Lyta, has been Opa's companion since that day. The only reason the owl has lived for so long was because Opa's mother was able to charm the little owl and give her a longer than normal lifespan. The young hind is happy she has had her 'twin' for so long. Normally, Barn Owls in the wild will only live for approximately 2 years. But, even with the charm, Opa is unsure of how much longer Lyta will live for. So until that time comes, Opa is going to enjoy her time with her very marvelous companion.

Just as the golden owl look-alike thought of her little friend, a shadow flew over her form casted by a certain winged creature from above. With a smirk, Opa turned her head to the sky and watched for the silhouette to cross her vision again as the creature soared through the air, just under the canopy of leaves. And there the shadow was! Just ahead of her and to the left! "Lyta!" With a chuckle Opa ran forward and after her winged friend. Instantly she knew of the direction the owl was leading her towards, just as the barn owl herself ducked down from her higher altitude and flew a couple yards ahead and above of Opa. It was to the Great Oak that the two beings, similar with their looks, raced to. The doe, using the ground under her and her tail to balance as she ran, trying to catch up with her little companion. The owl, using the use of her wings and the air to stay ahead in their race, led the fawnling as she has done since she was able to fly.