History is before us

The voice caught her by surprise, but she was still worried about her fledgling owl and craned her neck to peer into the underbrush behind the confident adult that had put a halt to her exploring. Her head tipped as he asked her if she knew where she was, "Umm, Boreas? Mum bought us up 'ere so she could help with Halo's birth, but we're from Auster..." It was a vague answer, about as much detail as any young kid could be expected to retain.

A distant sound high and somewhat distressed chuckling had her ears turned forward, "I 'ave a little owl that I hatched from an egg, she's jus' learnin' how ter fly but she's not very good," Anxiety had her torn between trying to hold her place and be respectful to the adult and tearing off into the trees and towards the water where the sound was coming from. "Do yer think I could bother yer ter help me find 'er?" She still hadn't cottoned onto the fact that she was trespassing.