"Oh, sorry," Celeste said in a slight English accent, and shook the impact off furiously as she inspected the owl that she had accidentally flown into.
"What exactly... Where am I? Who are you? I'm lost, and my name is Celeste." the azure-eyed owl hastily squacked before the other bird could reply. "I came from this... Land of Ice, and this wind blew me all the way to... here. It's all dirty, warm, and I miss the fresh, biting wind and the cool air ruffling my feathers. Whatisthisplace."