She bore up well, all things considered. She was a tough little thing, in spite of her size, all spitfire and sinew and pure cussed stubbornness wrapped in wool and drenched in blood. He kept talking, as much to distract her as to give her information, suspecting most of it would be forgotten by the time Vervain had healed her concussion.
"Like what?" he asked curiously, watching her as he sat back and tilting his head to the side. Isuma took that moment to appear and he chuckled as he turned to bump his cheek against her soft head as she stretched up onto his shoulder and returned the affectionate head-rub. His smile faded as he finally saw the extent of the belly wound, and he caught his lower lip between his teeth in thought as he studied how best to go about stabilizing it.
"This is Isuma," he introduced, leaning forward finally to fold several bandages into a thick pad before reaching around her to tie them securely into place with a firm binding. "A gryphon, and my companion. She hatched this past Deepfrost - that's what winter is called here - and yes, she came from an egg." He chuckled as the gryphlet balanced on his shifting shoulders, studying Melinoe with fascinated golden eyes as the man she was hitching a ride on focused on the wound. "A nymph or fairy creature of ice and mirrors gave her egg to me. The spirits of this place can be mischievous, capricious... but generous, too," he explained. He sat back again, arching one silver brow and smiling wryly. "Next?"
"Like what?" he asked curiously, watching her as he sat back and tilting his head to the side. Isuma took that moment to appear and he chuckled as he turned to bump his cheek against her soft head as she stretched up onto his shoulder and returned the affectionate head-rub. His smile faded as he finally saw the extent of the belly wound, and he caught his lower lip between his teeth in thought as he studied how best to go about stabilizing it.
"This is Isuma," he introduced, leaning forward finally to fold several bandages into a thick pad before reaching around her to tie them securely into place with a firm binding. "A gryphon, and my companion. She hatched this past Deepfrost - that's what winter is called here - and yes, she came from an egg." He chuckled as the gryphlet balanced on his shifting shoulders, studying Melinoe with fascinated golden eyes as the man she was hitching a ride on focused on the wound. "A nymph or fairy creature of ice and mirrors gave her egg to me. The spirits of this place can be mischievous, capricious... but generous, too," he explained. He sat back again, arching one silver brow and smiling wryly. "Next?"
