What sat in front of him was a petite girl around his age, lightly swinging her legs. She wore a glimmering oak green cloak over her shoulders with golden silk covering her chest and area. He smiled warily. "Who are you and why are you in my kitchen?" Conner said, shifting his stance.
"Azure- daughter of Iris." she said calmly. "I do not understand my purpose being in here other than thinking the Anemoi purposely pushing me in here. May I ask, whom you are?"
He sheepishly smiled. "Conner. Not much of a title I own unlike yours." Conner's eyes laid on hers, "Maybe we were destined by the god, Eros."
"You think so?" she said. There was a moment of silence between them before they looked away. "Do I startle you?" alarmed the cloaked girl.
"No!" he claimed, "You don't. But I think you should stay here until you form into your owl self. "
"And why is that when I could leave."
"Tonight was the grand festival; I suggest you not to want to roam the streets with drunk men." he assured, picking up a peice of bread and placing it on the counter.