she eyed it before pocketing it. she likely wouldnt go, since she likely wouldnt last long there. she kept walking, sniffing.

The woman with the multicolored eyes follows her, at a distance. She generally stays out of sight, as her being noticed as following Luna would be, unsurprisingly, considered weird.

she kept walking before going into a residential neighborhood. she walked to a house with lots of yelling coming from it. it sounded like an adult mans, maybe her father. he seemed to be yelling at a grown woman who was yelling back, likely her mother. she took a breath and went inside, before the yelling was now aimed at her. Luna just went to her room, locked it, and flopped onto her bed. she just wanted this day to be over.

She looks over to see something extremely strange- an owl. The window is cracked open, and there's an owl just... sitting there, perched on her dresser. Even stranger, it's a snow owl, meaning it's big. How and why is it in here?

she looked at it for a moment before just moving to face the other way. she didnt care. it would leave later.

It continues to just sit there, occasionally preening its wings.

she just closed her eyes, before banging shook her door. she winced and rose, before opening it.

a large man who looked a bit like her glared at her. his eyes were bloodshot, he had a beerbelly, and he reeked of alchohol. he saw the owl and pulled out a FREAKING PISTOL, and aimed at the bird. *owls on the menu,* he growled, he hand wrapped around Lunas arm possesively. Luna whimpered, closing her eyes.

The owl stares at him silently, much too calm for a wild bird.

he shot it in the wing, chortling. Luna screamed in fright, eyes pinned close.

The owl doesn't even flinch. Right in front of their eyes, the bullet wound heals. Calmly, the owl, in a very un-animalistic motion, wipes the blood off the healed wing.