Romans & histoires Da Sassy Owl

She added, not looking remorseful. "I painted them," Sassy said and Dana blinked thrice. "Sorry, who are you?" She asked. "I am the Luna. Drake's mate. My name is Sassy." Sassy said and Dana sized her up with her eyes. "Mate? Are you sure? How come he never told me about you? Perhaps, you are not that important. Are you sure you are not a maid?" She asked as her face scrunched up with a look of distaste. Sassy just stared at the pieces of torn paintings. She didn't know how she could put them back in place. And why the hell was Dana referring to her as a maid?

"Which is just as well. Humans are dreamsingers, fair-to-middling minds, ambitious, greedy..." "Okay...okay..." Cassandra said. "I will go with you but you need to tell me everything about this world of yours and your mistress and your apocalypse." "Our apocalypse," corrected the owl fiercely. "And one more thing," Cassandra added. "Tell me your name. You haven't told me if you have a name or not. Do you have a name?" "Of course I do!" the owl rolled her enormous eyes. "I was so anxious about all the whole finding-the-one business to introduce myself. Well, my name is Owlyn."