It felt strange. The leaves under its foot, wind brushing against skin. The forest was both familiar and unfamiliar, like an almost forgotten childhood song. It traced the dancing shadows in the undergrowth, the silent strolling wildlife, the distant but always close smell of bark and dirt. It started to walk, unconciously registering its own body as it moved through the woods. Waking roots of memory suggested only that it had somehow always known to have a body, and to move as it did now. Its muscles remembered what its memories forgot.

Those muscle memories were what brought the bow up to bear against the giant being that stood watch over it, and those same memories would know to lower its aim. It was outmatched in a scale beyond scales. That beak could probably swallow it whole, its little bow included. A floatsam of memory clicked back into place. The King of the Forest. The Honcho. The Big Cheese. It was pretty sure at least one of them was correct, anyway.

And the King asked it if it had summoned the King? As much as it was impressed at the thought of being able to summon royalty under its command, it didn't recall having summoned a horny owl before. All it knew was that the light had murmured something about potential, and it had leapt to its suggestion without much forethought. What was clear, however, was that the King posed a question, and it should probably answer.

Of course, it should address the regal giant in its proper majesty.

[color=0072bc]"Why are you asking me? I just got here."[/color]
It realized, as it was much smaller than the King, that it should speak up.
[color=0072bc]"I HAVE NO CLUE, I JUST GOT HERE!"[/color] It shouted at the top of its lungs. 
It held up the bow, waving it around in its vision.
[color=0072bc]"THIS YOUR'S?!"[/color]