Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
The air filled with the sound of flapping wings. With the setting sun, the girl had thought the Hels would settle in for the night, leaving the cliff a place safe from their games. As the sound rushed closer to her however she opened her eyes, saw a black and white figure dart in to land on her shoulders. Startled, Maea half raised her arms to shield her face, expecting a beak but found instead a tongue lapping at her.
"Haai?" she asked, taken aback. "It really is you, isn't it, girl? What are you doing here all alone?"
Laughing at the affectionate attacks to her face, Maea raised her hands to steady the gryphon, offer support and fuss over the ruff the black fur between her hands at the same time.Puzzled by her presence, but delighted all the same, the girl looked around. Tried to see if anyone else was there - Melita, perhaps. It was the only person she could think of that the companion might follow, except...
Her stomach summersaulted. A nasty, nauseating flip of butterflies that stormed into life only to die a sudden, awful leaden death in her gut.
"Haai?" she asked, taken aback. "It really is you, isn't it, girl? What are you doing here all alone?"
Laughing at the affectionate attacks to her face, Maea raised her hands to steady the gryphon, offer support and fuss over the ruff the black fur between her hands at the same time.Puzzled by her presence, but delighted all the same, the girl looked around. Tried to see if anyone else was there - Melita, perhaps. It was the only person she could think of that the companion might follow, except...
Her stomach summersaulted. A nasty, nauseating flip of butterflies that stormed into life only to die a sudden, awful leaden death in her gut.
