"Do you know what you are?" Sherone asked.
The vulture looked down with those eerie black eyes, tilting his head to the side, slightly puzzled but also amused.
"A vulture," The vulture answered with simplicity.
"What kind of vulture?" Sherone asked, taking a step closer to the tree.
"The special kind," The vulture responded with a deep voice, "What about you, who are you? The real you?"
Sherone sighed, "For now, you can call me Sherone.
It's good that I can finally meet you," Sherone said.
"Finally? You've been looking for me?" The vulture asked.
"Not really, a little bird told me about you and I was hoping to see you if I could see you one of these days," Sherone said.
"Hmm, is this little bird one of the owls that have been watching over you for some time?" The vulture asked.
Sherone looked up to the sky to see that some owls were indeed flying above their current position. One of these owls was a big owl with fiery red feathers.
