Thought {open}

[stone7]

IC: Sol alighted down on to a sturdy branch of a old larch tree, scanning the ground for anything to eat, he saw nothing. As he turned away something caught his eye, he turned towards the source but saw nothing, Weird, Sol thought. He turned away again the shiny glint caught his eye again, turning towards the source again he saw nothing, sifting down the branch, he saw the shining object, I can only see it when the angle's right, intresting, the Great Horned Owl thought. Squinting at the object, he could make out what looked like a helmet, It could be of some value, he paused in mid-thought, Whats a helmet doing here?. He took off towards the gleaming piece of armor, landing right beside the piece of armory, he studied the helmet, A very fine piece of work, Sol thought as he admired the handy work of what he suspected a great smith. Grabbing it with his talons he flew back to his hollow, only one thought pentrated his mind, What does this mean?

[stone7]

IC: He didn't mind the dozens of raindrops that pelted his damp body, infact he liked the rain. He had always liked the rain, it was cold and relieving just like snow. Rain reminded him of snow, snow reminded him of the Northern Kingdoms and the Northern Kingdoms reminded him of his home, his comfy hollow on Stormfast Island. Distracted he nearly collided with a tree, trying to dodge it, his wing hit the tree dead-on, he let out a shriek of pain as he spinned out of control. He crashed into the muddy, wet ground, the owl smashed into the ground and skid across the muddy ground, carving out a miniature trench, finally he came to a halt as his battered body collided with a stump of a old oak tree. He groaned in pain as he tried to get up from his slumping position, It's probably broken, he thought to himself knowing that an owl with a broken wing is just as good as dead, hopefully not. He laughed at himself, What kind of owl gets lost in thought while flying, he grimaced.