Madam Owl

When everything is confusing,
the best advice may come from someone
who explains nothing at all.

The entrance to the hollow was quite low, so Firecurl had to duck properly to get in — but inside, it was surprisingly spacious and cozy. Her first impression was that she’d entered a library — albeit a very messy, maze-like library.

Reflections on the scene

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After the tension of the Orchids’ Meadow, this scene feels like a breath—if a slightly dusty one.

Madam Owl’s home is both chaotic and comforting: a hoarder’s nest of books, trinkets, clocks, and half-forgotten systems. It’s a mess, but a lived-in mess. A place where rules are bent, not broken—just hard to find under all the clutter.

Anne enters like a guest, but Madam Owl treats her like an expected appointment. She knew Anne was coming. Not through prophecy or magic, but because Mr. Quirk told her. Information, in this world, travels oddly—like gossip in the trees or whispers through keys.

There’s no grand welcome. Just tea. Or rather: sausage.

And here the charm darkens, just a bit. The sausages are delicious—but mysterious. Anne eats first, then asks questions. Madam Owl answers like someone who knows too much, and has no reason to explain. This isn’t danger exactly, but it’s unsettling. She’s kind. She’s cryptic. She might be trustworthy—or not.

It’s the first time Anne meets someone who clearly knows more than she lets on.

Madam Owl doesn’t move the plot forward in a big way—not yet. But she shifts the tone. Her hollow is a space of pause and possibility. A breath before the next push.

And it’s the first time Anne is truly alone with an adult presence. Not a threat. Not a tool. Just someone who might see more than she says.