An Urgent Message

An owl hooted, perched on a small tree in the forests of Moonglade. It's perch was quite short, actually, that it shouldn't be called a tree by the standards of any Kalimdor tree. It had no leaves in its canopy, or head, and there were two oddly bent branches that reached upwards and away from the tree in the same direction. The owl hooted again. The tree swayed slighty, as if blown by a breeze. The owl hooted insistently, as if attempting to wake up a sleeping friend. It had something attached to its leg, a rolled up letter, it appeared. Again the owl hooted, and in an act of impatience, dug it's talons into the tree's branch. The tree, only about thrice the size of a seated night elf male, began to change. Seeming satisfied with the reaction, the owl opened its wings and left the branch, taking to the air. The tree continued to change, roots shrinking, branches retracting, and shrinking at the same time. Tendrils of nature magic embraced the tree, and a glow enveloped it in a green sylvan light. The ball of energy shrunk to the size of a seated night elf male. The glow elongated vertically, and within moments, the tendrils released thier hold, and a male night elf appeared where the tree had been. He opened his glowing eyes and shot a look at the owl.

"You know, you could have waited for me to return from the Dream," the night elf said to the owl.

He extended his arm, and the owl took to its new leather bracer perch. Noticing the note on the owl's leg, he carefully broke the binding and opened the note. He looked at the carefully written script, discerning its meaning. Frowning, he turned it to the owl.

"Why can't they ever send me drawings?" He questioned.

The owl, in a very un-owl-like move, shrugged. The night elf shrugged as well, and opened the note fully for the owl to read. The owl stared at the paper, its eyes glowing with fey magic. They scanned the paper, appearing to be reading it, but everyone knows owls can't read. Finished, the owl closed its eyes and hooted softly. Opening its eyes again, it stared into the eyes of its night elf companion. Fey magic took hold, and a whispy yellow light connected both sets of eyes. The transfer took only a second, and the light faded. Blinking, the night elf shook his head.

"Now I understand," he apologized. The owl hooted in response and took flight.

Dropping to his hands, tendrils of magic once again enveloped the night elf. When the ball formed this time, it grew and elongated horizontally. When the tendrils dissappeared, a nightsaber was standing where a night elf was. Stretching its paws forward, the large cat growled. Satisfied with its new form, it leaped forward and surged after the smell of hippogriffs.