Owl Descriptive Writing

The wind was threatening to blow out our torch. It reached out like hands and tugged at our hair. Branches scraped at our faces. After a good twenty minutes of walking, the dead and empty trees had gotten closer together. Tera and I were walking side by side, with Kenna trailing behind us. It was dark and the torch gave us little light to walk by. An owl screeched from the top of a tree somewhere behind us. I could see an opening in the trees about fifty feet ahead. We trudged on.

We stood at the edge of the clearing. A full moon shone high in the sky, illuminating a field of knee hight grass encased by a forest of trees. The grass swayed in the wind like ocean waves.

"What are we waiting for?" Kenna asked, wading out into the grass.

I sighed. Tera and I followed her. The grass was thick, I had to force my body forward. Tera and I battled our way through the grass while Kenna effortless strode forward. The clearing was large and I felt very exposed. Wings flapped overhead. An owl swooped low over the clearing and disappeared into the trees in front of us and the wind picked up slightly. I struggled to keep up with Kenna's long strides, her black hair was flowing freely in the wind. We reached the end of the clearing, the trees looked slightly more friendly on this side.

She turned around to face us, the angles of her face harshly illuminated in the light of the moon, her eyes danced like flames. She was beautiful. She waited for us to catch up at the edge of the