Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-25828117-20191103160454

Helian looked out towards the horizon.

He dared not let go of the grip he held. Russafeld could swoop down at any moment and he'd tumble off like last time.

But there was no denying that seeing the world from up here was pure bliss. It almost made him forget that he had to race in four days. A race without harness of saddle. He would have to command Russafeld by the old techniques, of which he knew only two now. At least he could take off and steer him a little bit. Landing was a problem for later...

The imperial felt the wind rushing through his hair. He had to be going faster than any horse he had ever been on. Even A spooked Abaresk couldn't match a gryphon.

Maybe, one day, when his own fledgling had grown up to become a proud and strong gryphon he would let others fly with him. He wished he could share this experience with someone. Someone like Nyasia. Maybe... As a friend.

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Lysilde did not want to be rude and locked her arm into his, though she would have preferred to just walk next to him.

"Is there something you want to discuss." She said, remaining formal.