The quote seems to be an INTERESTING comparison. I wonder is KL is reading my fanfics. XD

from Exile, Book 14

Cleve had been searching for Otulissa everywhere.

He had stuck his head into hollow after hollow (one in which he managed to jar his entire port wing in), nest maid hole after hole. He ran through a milkberry pie in the kitchen and two of Soren's cute little owlets calling for Otulissa's name (Bash had started screeching for a hagsfiend), he flew through the Great Hall twice looking for the beautiful brown spots in the spotted owl's back, and slipped on another milkberry pie (cook was becoming rather annoyed), while tripping over a tweener nest maid.

And, finally abandoning search after crawling out of a sticky milkberry pie mix, Cleve sat down on a perch outside, exhausted and fuming.

He was going to propose to her today. He was going to ask Otulissa to be his mate so that they could live for eternity in happiness. And though Cleve knew he sounded extremely sappy, he would never give up until he had Otulissa. Sure, they were young and a world of a difference stood between them in countless ways, but Cleve's heart told him that they would achieve much more than a world with their combined differences. Two entirely estranged halves would be reunited to create a wonderful life, filled with utopious glory and many intelligent little owlets…

Or maybe not.

Cleve, drunk with his own self-hallucinatory visions, had glanced up into the vines of the Great Ga'Hoole Tree.

Frinkin' hagsmire.

Two lithe, elegant figures moved in synonymous perfection through the swaying ocean of vines. Cleve watched as the pair, harmoniously in sync, one a silvery gray and the other a lustrous brown, twist and turn, their movements precise and naturally complementing each other's image, all the while keeping time with the sway of the ropes.

Cleve knew, in that instant, that he had lost.

Otulissa and Twilight danced on, both of them unclear as to how they ended up in this little waltz. One minute the two were arguing as if there was no tomorrow, the next they had grabbed each other and lost themselves into the gentle rhythm of the vines.

Their hearts trembled in one indescribable sound that seemed to last for eternity. It was as if the vines had somehow tied a knot around their hearts, fastening its grip tighter and tighter as their dancing movements grew faster and faster…two lost souls joined together, in an earthen glaumora of serenity, wholeness, and unbelievable passion.

They danced and dance, until they collapsed on top of each other, all the while churring.

Cleve left the island that night, before breaklight.

Just decided to end it.

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Exile really brought this story to a finish. Cleve will be back in my fics, though!