[A strange and gorgeously violet sky? There's no way Owain is passing up this chance. He's not sure what draws him to such things but here he is, standing out in the open, making a show of it not far from where Corrin is trying to wait this out. He even poses with his sword on his hip, ready to be drawn.]

I feel the power rushing through me. These omens shall not pass unattended. As a chosen of the dead, a weapon to the gods, I know this is where I must make my stand.

[Hand flashes in front of his face, peeking at the setting sun through his fingers.]

Hear me, those whose future alters the sky itself! I, Owain, will stand vigilant and watch you fade into the darkest of nights. I will not falter. I will be a sentinel to the dusk. For even death could not bring an end to my watch.

[Which is all well and good, but some things in the sky are beginning to take notice to the swordsman standing there and hes about to bring trouble down very near her location.]