The night was serene, the air filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl. Jessamyn's heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and curiosity as she looked at Jerrick. His ability to communicate with the owl had left a lasting impression on her.
As they walked back, side by side, Jessamyn couldn't help but steal glances at him, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Jerrick, sensing her curiosity, turned to her with a knowing smile.
"It's not magic, you know," he said softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
Jessamyn raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "How did you train an owl?" she asked.
Jerrick chuckled. "It's about understanding them, building a connection. You know it. Owls, like all creatures, respond to trust and respect. They're not as solitary as people think."
Jessamyn listened intently, her admiration for Jerrick growing. "I thought you would have trained Jayjay for this…"
