Hello, my name is nothing

A moment later, Percy landed silently on the sill.

“What are you doing? Someone’s going to see you.”

The owl slowly turned its head, surveying the room. “No. They’re all still listening to the warbling drunk.”

“She’s got the most beautiful voice I’ve ever heard. Look at the way she holds the crowd.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes I saw the gray figure walk in. If you could call it walking. More of a slink.”

“What is it?”

“No idea. Go introduce yourself and find out.” Percy flew out as quietly as he had entered.

Quill strolled casually across the floor.

The grass it turned brown, the dirt dried to dust.

The truth went to seed, and the harvest was lies.

He looked at the stool the swaddled figure was sitting on. “Does that look like a rabbit hiding under an umbrella?”

Some people in the room turned to look at Quill, clearly annoyed that he would dare to speak out loud during such an epic song, a song he himself had requested. The figure in gray, however, offered no response at all. Nothing.