Jigano's song trailed off gently after Isla spoke, a soft sigh escaping as he smiled down at the gryphlet. "But how long will she live?" he asked wistfully. "Gryphons existed on my world, but they were so distant as to be nigh mythic--hey!" The smell of meat had wafted over to the gryphon in question, who started wriggling and Reep!ing with more vigor as Isla approached.
"Oh, I think meat will do just fine," Jigano reassured Isla, a bit bemused at the sudden sharp eagerness he felt from his new companion. "I think... you're right about the beak, and see how small it is, against her face? She looks more like an owl than any other bird that comes to mind." She was, in fact, struggling to sit up, so the bard helped her so she could tilt her head back, beak wide open and ready for whatever meaty tidbits might find their way into it. "I wonder how much she'll eat?" he mused, steadying her with both hands. "I... suspect I'll be doing a lot more hunting in the near future..." That he might protest the connection never crossed his mind, not with how simple and bright her love for him was, or how hard he had already fallen head over heels for her uncomplicated support and sweetness.
"Oh, I think meat will do just fine," Jigano reassured Isla, a bit bemused at the sudden sharp eagerness he felt from his new companion. "I think... you're right about the beak, and see how small it is, against her face? She looks more like an owl than any other bird that comes to mind." She was, in fact, struggling to sit up, so the bard helped her so she could tilt her head back, beak wide open and ready for whatever meaty tidbits might find their way into it. "I wonder how much she'll eat?" he mused, steadying her with both hands. "I... suspect I'll be doing a lot more hunting in the near future..." That he might protest the connection never crossed his mind, not with how simple and bright her love for him was, or how hard he had already fallen head over heels for her uncomplicated support and sweetness.
