I'll play a shoebill stork, Stoic and hard to startle
There was a glowing door, and now this weird room. It looks a lot like those old zoos that tried to make their sanctuaries look like houses. But somehow it now felt the other way around. It's weird. The size of the things also seems off. Everything's taller, i feel like a kid again in my great aunts house.
There's a lot of ruffling from above me. A bundle of feathers comes crashing down from a tree. I try to step aside, but my balance seems off. I stretch my arms to regain balance, they're huge! It feels like they go on forever as i unfold what appear to be wings. For a moment i pause to study my wings, totally forgetting that i myself am falling over as well. A soft thud on the floor brings me back to reality, as i look at two long legs that bend the wrong way.
My trail of thought is lost when a witch the room. Appearently i am now part of her collection. Not when it's up to me. I clumsily try to get back upon my feet, those wings and weird stalky legs sure aren't helping. My attempts fail and i turn to the little owl on the floor as a little voice seems to come out of the foliage above us.
"Do you know where this is?"
I wish i knew. All i know is that i need to get out, and just maybe these two can help me. "sorry friend, i'm afraid i can't help you there." Maybe the owl knows "Do you have any clue?" i ask when i finally manage to get myself up on my feet.
((OOC question: are we using the actual sizes of the birds or are we all roughly the same size? for example : my bird is 5 feet tall whereas a barnowl is roughly 1 foot at best))