Artemisia
As the twosome approached their mentor's lecture branch, the Spotted Owl couldn't help but notice that familiar face of Briath, the Masked Owl who had only just perched on a branch that Artemisia had only just passed. By the look on his face, she could tell that he had overheard Agomar's blabbering loudbeak, although it wasn't very hard for Agomar to be overheard after all. Agomar did not notice Briath, however, and only continued to chat away, being ignored by his partner without him knowing.
"Artemisia, Agomar, there you are,"
A familiar, deep voice called, and as the pair found themselves at the branches of the Weather Interpretation Chaw, they also saw the visage of their ryb, a strong old owl by the name of Brutus. He was never a soft spoken fellow. As a Great Grey Owl, he was stern, powerful, and graceful. His voice was always rich and deep; Artemisia had never seen one student dare turn away from him in a lecture, without the risk of getting some of their feathers ruffled in fear.
"You're late." Brutus said, raising a talon inquisitively. "Forgive me, Brutus! I slept in; it's not Agomar's fault!" Artemisia immediately cried as she perched upon one of the nearby branches, ignoring the several glares and annoyed glances by the other fellow students. "Your apology has been accepted already, Artemisia, but I don't want it to happen again. As one of my finest students, I expect you to always arrive early." The Great Gray admonished gently, setting his claw back upon his perch.
"Now then, let's review our attendance one final time..." Brutus suggested. With that, he began to recite the names of the fellow owlets present, to which they would respond whenever he called them. With all the students present, the Strix Nebulosa cleared his voice, and looked to his students with great pride. "Now then, remember, we have been given the great honor of practicing during this storm front. It's been classified as a stable front, many of the owls will be watching. Show your utmost grace and skill tonight, students. And remember..." The grey-feathered bird looked specifically towards Artemisia's barn owl friend, his yellow gaze narrowing. "No tricks."
This caused several other owlets to giggle as Agomar hid his head in shame, looking towards the branch he was perched upon.
Matthias
The Goshawk let out another heavy sigh as he noticed the slowly growing crowd of owls; Strix, Tytos, Bubos, all the like, gathering around the branches of the tree, including the higher parts where Matthias had perched. Now the sunset was being blocked by a rather ominous front, slowly creeping closer to the Ga'Hoole tree and it's residents.
Matthias lowered his head in defeat. He wasn't going to fly in that storm! Not unless his life or another's life depended on it! He would have to wait until the storm itself passed, which could last all night. "Racdrops.." He whispered in dismay. The hawk cocked his head as he further peered to examine the growing crowd of owls below him, which would only take a few more minutes before he himself would be surrounded by them. Surely they were used to a bird like him, right? He was considered a noble ally to the Guardians, and there were plenty other birds the tree had come to know..
