Selina Call

The Tale of the Barn Owl

The last snow flake of the harsh blizzard fell on top of Lalia’s blushed nose. She had been walking for the past hour in the storm of icy horror to follow up on an attack against old man Higgins. Someone or something had taken out the village where he lived. She was uncertain to the extent of his injuries. But, from what the attached note on the eagle read, he was in bad shape. She wanted to bring him some healing potions she had made earlier that day.