The old Fay was still smiling to dispel that horrible strange feeling. Surely, it was because of long ages of mastering the young girl, and she knew her the way a mother knew her child. But yes, she felt that fiend of death muse was very close. The one who hadn't a sign to notice.
After the silence that reigned among them, Lady Hiravan stuck her head out of the window. She let out heavy air from her lungs. She stared at the darkness of the night with her blue eyes. There was an incomprehensible reason for the weird silence. A place was known as "Realm of Owls".
They named the region for its night owl hooting, now was steeped in reticence. Gypsies had a long way before them to Othra of caves state. The dreamland of people with colorful machine wings who could fly in the blue sky. Like beautiful pigeons across the sky.
