Baggins & Draconym
Baggins
There's a quiet corner of my shop where a book about moonlit owls is kept. I wonder if such creatures ever visit a bookshop like this?
Draconym
Maybe the owls come when the shop is quiet, like the moon itself. I once saw a silver feather drift into a stack of poems, as if the pages were a nest. If you look closely, you'll see the dust motes dance like little owlets in the silver glow.
Baggins
It does feel like the moon slips in when the shop is quiet, and the feather was a quiet sign from the night, a gentle reminder that even dust can dance with a bit of silver light.
Draconym
When the moon slips in, the owls turn the pages like old friends whispering in the dust. The feather, a quiet note, tells me the night writes its own stories in the silence between books.
Baggins
It sounds like the night has a quiet conversation with the shelves, and the feather is just a soft bookmark left by a wanderer in the dark.The night is always the best listener, and the feather is a gentle reminder that even silence can hold a story.
Draconym
Sounds like the shelves got a midnight whisper, and the feather is just the night’s polite nod. Keep watching, the silence might tell you more than any open book.