Owl lowered its spanning wings and ruffled its feathers. "Well," she spoke, all cosmos leaving her tone. This one does not fight, it recorded to memory. "To speak a god's name is to make it be heard. At least I find so for myself. I had not truly left this place, just gone and spun my hand... er, talons, into something new." Its eyes shone greedily. "Should you make me a gift, it should be a fine one." Already again, her eyes drifted somewhere new, and she found herself taking flight. "Leave it in my resting place, should you finish the task, atop the tower in the Great Library. I will find it there." It cooed, and disappeared into the heavens.