The cages rattled and shook, but swayed with a newfound mist and a handsome set of icicle adornments. They seemed made of paper, braided pages torn from the books and bearing typewritten text. One or two of the cages seemed to have occupants who were stirring, shouting in surprise. How had the prisoners not noticed what was going on until now...?

The owl answered with a furious shriek and a wave of pure anger, concussive force that shook the branches and began to dry the grass in this newborn blast of heat.

The auri answered by throwing down her hammer and clenching a gauntlet. With her own shriek she threw that punch and connected with the beak. She made a promise, and she intended on keeping it. As she advanced, the footprints she'd left behind sprouted small wildflowers.

Huh... well, son of a bitch. Was the Curious Gorge on to something...? Despite the rage that coursed through her body, the voice in her mind was clear as day, the steely calm in the center of the storm. The inner beast could now pontificate, could it?

With a beat of its wings the owl lifted itself, but massive talons were grasped in both hands in a grapple. As she struggled, she seethed between clenched teeth:

"So much damned anger... it needs to be balanced...!" Perhaps it wasn't wise to fight anger with anger, but a dancer wasn't going to cut it against a furious beast.