Holding up her hands, Evelyn told all but the strongest of the owls to wait to speak with her.
Instead of having to deal with seventeen voices bombarding her with questions at once, she figured it would be easier to talk to a single representative and then have them relay information to the others.
Once the large owl that had colorful yellow and green plumage connected to Evelyn, she immediately asked the question that had been at the forefront of her mind since Evelyn showed herself to be an owl.
"Did the Roost send you?"
There was a hopeful look in her eyes as she asked this. For nearly two years she and the others had been captives. During that time their blood was periodically drained to the point where they could barely survive, their feathers were plucked until their skin was nearly completely exposed, and their magical energy was constantly being siphoned off.