The owl, learning that Seth and the princess of Poison were friends, had made it his goal to get to know the girl. He had not expected such a lovely creature-- one who's touch was apparent death to most. He was attracted to the danger of her, something he was told that she was ever cautionary of. She reminded him of his days in the lower-class of the Owl Kingdom... he chuckled, and hopped down from the tree he sat in, to greet her as she left for whatever occasion she was heading too. He smiled without flashing his teeth. "Hello there."
"Lost?" he asked, his voice kind despite his normal behavior, soft enough... alluring enough. He gently took her gloved hand and kissed it, careful of his talons. Standing straight, he let his hands drop to the side, looking around thoughtfully. "It wouldn't be hard to be, not in places like this, mon belle." He smirked, nodding a bit in musing.
He chuckled kindly, nothing like his maniacal laughter. "How lucky you are, then. As a tree dweller, I know all the woods, even the ones I haven't seen," he joked, offering his arm to her, his multi-colored eyes sparkling in the dim lightly. They were absorbing, though at that time, not filled with crazed delusions. "If you don't mind, I could show you your way."
He nodded, guiding her the way she told him as they began their walk. The feathers of his ball earrings shuffled against one another, the breeze drifting by them calmly. "My name is Ash DeScops, by the way, mon belle," he said, looking at her with a confident smirk.