STAR-1049: Bartholomew (Owl)

"I'll never find it at this rate", Elio growled and dropped another heavy tome onto the pile to his left. A sigh escaped the agitated Starlyng as he pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to rub the headache away that was starting to brew inside his skull. He loved his work, genuinely, even if he wore a sullen expression throughout most of it. He let his head fall into his claws and looked out the window, where heavy rain was drumming against the glass. Heavy downpour, the light of...

      “I simply do not get what all the fuss is about this holiday. What could be so fun about going door to door asking for candy?” Bartholomew sighs. There's a ruckus outside their library and the noise is making it hard for them to think, a pet peeve of theirs if you will.       “Calm down, you’re starting to sound like an old crow. What’s not to love about free ...