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Själ
"Ansgar," the princess whined, wheezing slightly from running. "Slow down!"
The pair had been racing - well, not really on purpose - and Själ was exhausted. The silly griffin had finally found her wings (or, at least, figured out what they were to be used for), and had insisted on soaring from branch to branch overhead, beckoning her bonded to follow playfully. It had been quite fun, at first - the unicorn had hopped around beneath the trees, following the griffin and laughing with glee - but Ansgar had quickly decided that she wanted to play some impossible form of tag. The little cat-bird began to leap haphazardly through the barren branches above, using her wings to steady herself and falling into flight when the boughs were too far apart. She had rapidly learned that it was quite easy to outdistance her bonded, who had to dodge around tree trunks to follow.
And so the race had begun.
Själ was only a little angry; if she had ordered the griffin, or simply stopped running, the game would have ended then and there. But she hadn't anything better to do at the moment, and she hadn't really been wandering with any destination in mind, so she chased the griffin headlong into the woods, wandering vaguely if their little round of tag would lead her anywhere interesting. Their surroundings were dull and bland, the product of it being the middle of winter, and the girl kept her eyes peeled for anything that looked even remotely different than the forest surrounding her. And so they came upon the rotunda, as Ansgar reached the edge of the woods and Själ came stumbling to a stop beneath her.
The unicorn glared up at the griffin. Finally, she grumbled through the bond, feeling Ansgar's pride and finding herself unable to stay irritated. Having caught her breath, the princess took a few steps forward, intending to explore the ruin - what she did not expect was for anyone else to be present. "Hello!" she said, unnecessarily announcing her presence to the darkly colored colt (well, he was more like a stallion, but the princess wasn't sure exactly where the distinction between child and adult was, so she went with colt). "What is this place?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
The pair had been racing - well, not really on purpose - and Själ was exhausted. The silly griffin had finally found her wings (or, at least, figured out what they were to be used for), and had insisted on soaring from branch to branch overhead, beckoning her bonded to follow playfully. It had been quite fun, at first - the unicorn had hopped around beneath the trees, following the griffin and laughing with glee - but Ansgar had quickly decided that she wanted to play some impossible form of tag. The little cat-bird began to leap haphazardly through the barren branches above, using her wings to steady herself and falling into flight when the boughs were too far apart. She had rapidly learned that it was quite easy to outdistance her bonded, who had to dodge around tree trunks to follow.
And so the race had begun.
Själ was only a little angry; if she had ordered the griffin, or simply stopped running, the game would have ended then and there. But she hadn't anything better to do at the moment, and she hadn't really been wandering with any destination in mind, so she chased the griffin headlong into the woods, wandering vaguely if their little round of tag would lead her anywhere interesting. Their surroundings were dull and bland, the product of it being the middle of winter, and the girl kept her eyes peeled for anything that looked even remotely different than the forest surrounding her. And so they came upon the rotunda, as Ansgar reached the edge of the woods and Själ came stumbling to a stop beneath her.
The unicorn glared up at the griffin. Finally, she grumbled through the bond, feeling Ansgar's pride and finding herself unable to stay irritated. Having caught her breath, the princess took a few steps forward, intending to explore the ruin - what she did not expect was for anyone else to be present. "Hello!" she said, unnecessarily announcing her presence to the darkly colored colt (well, he was more like a stallion, but the princess wasn't sure exactly where the distinction between child and adult was, so she went with colt). "What is this place?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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