Asilin imagined herself surrounded by feathers and golden wings, stroking an owl on the head while offering it a treat. She was ready to go to the owlery and make this happen.

Only, instead of a cookie or crumb of bread; she would have to offer dead mice for a treat. To the owls, a dead mouse must be just as good as a cookie would be to Asilin. She wondered about how best to handle the mice, and decided to let whatever happens happen. She headed into the owlery without asking a question about it. She would use her hands, she would get closer to the owls that way.