Her answer was odd. Justin had no real magical abilities of his own, and thus never felt any lost connection to his abilities when he was around her. He could, however, sense when others had magic in them, and she was as dry as a desert in that respect. Completely devoid of any magical aura to a ...

With some distance placed between themselves and the ravine, they spent a lengthy silence walking on the journey back, neither one of them wishing to break it. For Justinaryn, silence in the presence of others was something he was accustomed to. The human need to fill silence with trivial chatter ...

One at a time, only once she had given him the privacy he requested, the griffin placed his paws on the stone floor and pushed himself to his feet. With a heavy sneeze, he threw his head down and a spray of translucent goo followed the movement, splattering in a line along the floor. Lo'en was lucky ...

As was the nature of being a griffin, the bird could not express itself with a smile. Whether Justin even heard Lo'ens joke was not immediately apparent in the way the bird's eyes stared up at the cavern wall, barely open, struggling to focus.

His chest heaved and he coughed again, sputtering and ...

Justin...

The griffin did not expect to wake up again. After struggling for what felt like eternity, experiencing nothing but futility and growing fatigue, his lungs had given in and he had inhaled an unhealthy portion of the gelatinous stuff in which he was submerged. The instant the fluid ...

There was barely enough time to see what reached forth to grab him in the head, let alone get out of the way. The hand alone - if it could be described as a hand - that reached up to grab Justinaryn' was nearly as large as he was and engulfed his entire field of view. The world around him all ...

The griffin's tail swayed back and forth slowly, blissfully unaware of Lo'en's malicious intent, when a sound from the cave drew her attention away. Justinaryn' was already staring into the cave, looking at the animal as it tucked itself away behind more cover. The only thing that seemed obvious ...

Justinaryn' hated to be called a chicken head. Chickens were stupid, pathetic animals bred for food and tossed around between humans as an insult representative of cowardice. It irked him that there was no equivalent comparison that he could make of her and, perhaps, somewhere in the back of his ...

After losing sight of his target, the griffin had two obvious choices. He could climb again and hope to find the goat again, or he could give up and return to Lo'en in shame. Unfortunately for him, catching an animal that had enough time to crawl into a hiding spot was not his domain. He knew how to ...

Justinaryn' snapped his beak at her when she kept making faces at him, and waited until she had started her way down into the ravine before taking a running start and launching himself into the air over her. He purposefully jumped over her head in order to get airborne, leaving pebbles and bits of ...

With the expressionless gaze of a bird's face, Justinaryn stared back at her as she proposed they hunt down whatever monster they had heard rumbling the air that night. Lo'en wore a grin, and it seemed like she actually had some plan in mind to do what she was suggesting. Justin still had a hard ...

It was the stamping that woke the griffin up. He twitched and opened his eyes, but remained as still as a statue while he looked around to assess the situation. Everything seemed to be in order. Lo'en was still right where she was when he'd fallen asleep. The air was cold and damp, but he only took ...

"Well, your shouting scared everything else away."

The crickets and other insects had indeed kept their chatter much quieter after Lo'en's yelling. In a way, she had more of an effect than the monster, or whatever it was, had. At least with regards to the insects in their immediate vicinity ...

Justinaryn's feathers stood up on end when all the ambient sounds around the two of them stopped so abruptly it caught Lo'ens attention mid sentence. He didn't hear anything. Nothing at all. Twisting to look around himself, he remained with his butt planted in its spot. It was more important to look ...

The griffin followed Lo'en to the copse where he nervously made stepping motions with his front paws while hanging around beside her, lifting and dropping one off the ground and then the other, a nervous reflex that resulted from his efforts to stay his fight-or-flight instincts. The sound was gone ...