And rouse her it did, with a loud, shocked trumpet and an angry flash of her abruptly open, bright blue eyes. Her angry glare found the source of insult: and owl awkwardly standing on the earth right before her. Perhaps the strangeness of the night’s raptor presence in front of her and the gentle, loving nature of the ear nibble should have given her reason to pause her angry irritation.
But it didn’t. The moment her eyes focused on the (handsome, Mbwene too-late realized) fish owl, her new magic welled around her trunk and shot out like an ashen bullet at Chico. A brassy snort followed her magic, eyes now watching with satisfaction as she waited to make sure that the owl had gotten her message: I sleeping. Leave alone.
The shocked annoyance rippled through his bond to Tembovu, whose mindlessly grazing head shot up, turning towards where he had left his sleepy companion. His hooves began to move back towards the pond where he had left her. But, at the satisfaction and the words that flowed through their bond, he paused. His grouchy companion, more often than not, could handle herself.
And so she did, staring pointedly at the owl she had just thrown her irritating, ashen magic towards.
@Roskuld
Mbwene's magic = Ashen: veil produced from body in some manner that obscures vision for 30 seconds and may irritate lungs.