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07-20-2012, 09:41 PM
The dark mare was destined to have better luck than she might have anticipated, for she was to have the aid of the young gryphon. She'd been far afield when the cries of the egg's parents had reached her, and only come upon the scene of the incident after the fact. So she'd decided to track the youngster's new care-giver, and now was pleasantly surprised to discover Rishima.
Fleet wings carried her down from the skies, and brought her to settle a few feet from the makeshift nest. She was wary of her magic and what the cold might do to an egg that was not wrapped in a nest of body feathers and shed winter fur and animal skins. Appraisingly she watched the tail-end of the mare's predatory dash at unseen prey, and nodded in approval. Then she waited to see if it was successful, and for the mare to notice her presence.
Fleet wings carried her down from the skies, and brought her to settle a few feet from the makeshift nest. She was wary of her magic and what the cold might do to an egg that was not wrapped in a nest of body feathers and shed winter fur and animal skins. Appraisingly she watched the tail-end of the mare's predatory dash at unseen prey, and nodded in approval. Then she waited to see if it was successful, and for the mare to notice her presence.
