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03-09-2016, 11:53 AM
The arrival of a gryphon is first. She is pretty, all amber with black spots, a cat and bird creature very similar to Kyst – but also quite different. She manages to earn my attention as she rattles the upper branches surrounding the river’s crossing, golden eyes flashing to her through the rainbow light pouring down from the colored canopy. Within seconds, a secondary turmoil draws my gaze downwards, and my smile, which had been the faint one of wonder as to why a gryphon was here when I’d seen none before, grows into the full bloomed smile of a young man looking at a pretty girl. It takes her longer to see me. I guess that’s to be expected – I’m standing still while she was obviously chasing her bonded, I silent, she noisy. When she does see me, her eyes, as golden as mine, burn with a vivacity that signifies, to me anyway, that she is quick of thought; her hello is cheerful, the subsequent question one I cannot truly answer with much more than suppositions. I’d much rather she asked me something I was a master of, so I could seem more than a dullard in a pretty pavilion, but it seems often I am left appearing less than Knightly in these moments with pretty girls. One ear tilts back, though my smile remains. "I’ve been told it is called the Rotunda or the Pavillion," I answer, rainbow light playing on my dark pelt the way the branch shadow toys across her snow flecked skin, "and it is very old, though I don’t know much else." The flutter of the wind through the colorful draping fills the brief silences between my words, my tail casually drifting about behind me in slow arcs. "Have you never been through this forest before?" I ask with some interest, mostly because I’ve been through all the forests in Helovia. However, because I’ve seen most of the regions to behold in this land, I can understand why someone else hadn’t – it was a big place, and it was easy to miss landmarks like this unless someone had showed you where to find them, or you had a penchant for following rivers. |
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