Jareth gently rested his hands on Garryn’s shoulders. He chuckled,
He stepped inside. Naturally, he quickly was drawn to a creature he never imagined he’d see outside the pages of books.
Yet, who could blame him? Before him stood a griffon—a rarity, its feathers soft and downy, a wild beauty that tugged at his heart.
When Garryn mentioned assassins, alarm flared in Jareth’s chest. A thousand questions swirled in his mind, demanding answers. But he pushed them aside temporarily, urgency demanded it.
He hovered his hands just above the creature, feeling for its vital signs. The outside world faded into an echo, leaving only the slow, rhythmic thump of the griffon’s heart—a pulse so different from the steady beat of a human.
Concern creased Jareth’s brow as he stole a glance at Garryn. The expression on his friend’s face was a tumultuous blend of relief and something else.
Jareth crossed his arms against the chill that suddenly wrapped around him, a shiver coursing down his spine. Was it the atmosphere, or perhaps—a remnant of the magical link he had forged with the creature?
That’s when he noticed it. The weight his friend carried, the sharp edge of his frustration.
It's great seeing you too...His tone trailed off, his eyes widening in surprise.
He stepped inside. Naturally, he quickly was drawn to a creature he never imagined he’d see outside the pages of books.
Is that—he began, his voice barely above a whisper as he moved closer, dropping his wet coat to the floor with a soft thud. It wasn’t like him to ignore someone; he always paid attention.
Yet, who could blame him? Before him stood a griffon—a rarity, its feathers soft and downy, a wild beauty that tugged at his heart.
When Garryn mentioned assassins, alarm flared in Jareth’s chest. A thousand questions swirled in his mind, demanding answers. But he pushed them aside temporarily, urgency demanded it.
He hovered his hands just above the creature, feeling for its vital signs. The outside world faded into an echo, leaving only the slow, rhythmic thump of the griffon’s heart—a pulse so different from the steady beat of a human.
I see,he murmured, the weight of the situation sinking in.
Concern creased Jareth’s brow as he stole a glance at Garryn. The expression on his friend’s face was a tumultuous blend of relief and something else.
Jareth crossed his arms against the chill that suddenly wrapped around him, a shiver coursing down his spine. Was it the atmosphere, or perhaps—a remnant of the magical link he had forged with the creature?
What—what happened to…Too many things to say, he was uncertain as to where to begin. The words annoyingly stuck in his throat.
That’s when he noticed it. The weight his friend carried, the sharp edge of his frustration.
Garryn,he finally said, his tone softening,
you’re not alone anymore.He pulled his friend into a brief embrace, hoping to convey his unwavering support before stepping back, his expression serious.
Now—this is important. What do you remember about the blade that struck... this griffon?
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