The house seemed ready to jump up and head off again, but once Jack's taloned feet also landed on the house, it seemed to decide better. The glowing skulls with their intricate designs swung about as the owl house shuddered and rose, only to scratch a few more times for good measure and then turn around to roost in a different direction.
Everything settled, the front door of the house opened with a hoot. He fluttered down from roof to the porch, peering inside the house for a moment and then strutted inside.
It seemed safe enough, herbs drying from the ceilings, furniture made of wood and plenty of places to roost on the top. There was a feather mattress bed, but a work area for sharpening, altering and creating weapons. That same area had what looked like somewhere to brew potions... no, probably poison. There was also hanging swings from the open beams of the house. Plenty of places for birds to roost.
This was definitely his house. He fluttered up to one of the swings, folding his wings. Where the hell was Jack?
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Everything settled, the front door of the house opened with a hoot. He fluttered down from roof to the porch, peering inside the house for a moment and then strutted inside.
It seemed safe enough, herbs drying from the ceilings, furniture made of wood and plenty of places to roost on the top. There was a feather mattress bed, but a work area for sharpening, altering and creating weapons. That same area had what looked like somewhere to brew potions... no, probably poison. There was also hanging swings from the open beams of the house. Plenty of places for birds to roost.
This was definitely his house. He fluttered up to one of the swings, folding his wings. Where the hell was Jack?