Role

Chapter 5

Conjurers are a unique lot. They bring forth beings of power. Some quite
intelligent and with a will of their own, some seeming far more of an extension
of the conjurer themselves. Orenby's time within the guild has taught him a
few techniques here and there that help him understand this concept. Recently,
in fact, he's discovered the use of familiar magics from the Hamsah guild
master. After several days of quiet practice, he finally cast the spell and
was simply flabbergasted at the outcome.

Before him fluttered a tiny staring owl. As he gazed at it, it looked right
back at him. Those large eyes seeming to bore right back into his very core.
It's plumage and overall appearance was dull and nondescript, looking more to
aid in camouflage than drawing attention, but the sense of knowing that it
exuded was intense. Those eyes could see far beyond his capacity yet it was
his. As the loop of sight seemed to connect for the first time, he faded into
slumber.

As he dreamt, he saw himself as young again. Not viewing the experience from
inside the body but almost above, maybe even the corner of the room. Silently
he watched and noted that on occasion he even thought he heard a repetitive
sound. At first it seemed muffled but soon it cleared into the somber twill of
"whooo, whoo" outside of his opened window. As the sound sank in, he came to
with a gasp and new understanding of himself and he, the owl.