Anders liked early mornings at the Peak. He liked when things were still and a bit chilly. It wasn’t a rare site to see a tall man, cat curled around his neck, lion at his side, walking the grounds, silently observing and taking in everything he could about his organization.
It had taken some time after Lana had relinquished it to him for him to really feel like the place was his, but once he’d gotten over that hurdle he was able to start really seeing the potential in the place. He’d had a little bit of a say in how the Protectorate was structured from the beginning, but he was able to mold it a bit more, streamline it, and build it up just a bit more.
He thought he would just focus, personally, on the animals, but he found himself enjoying working with the people as well. One of his favorite moments was watching when a griffon bonded with a new rider. He was almost always right at figuring out what type of griffon would bond with what type of person. It helped in the administration, making sure the right individuals weren’t wasting their time on a griffon that wouldn’t suit them. Anders and Fred were omnilancers, but he spent a lot of time around the medics.
Anders wandered to where Fred was roosting and climbed on his back easily. He should his satchel, filled with some paperwork and breakfast. He flew up and landed on a nearby plot of land, and made himself comfortable. He laid out a blanket and Fred sat down nearby. He leaned back against the griffon, relaxing, and pulling out some bread and cheese. Making a small breakfast out of it he worked on some paperwork.
There was a snap of a twig and he rested his hand on his staff, waiting to see if the person nearby would make themselves known.
It had taken some time after Lana had relinquished it to him for him to really feel like the place was his, but once he’d gotten over that hurdle he was able to start really seeing the potential in the place. He’d had a little bit of a say in how the Protectorate was structured from the beginning, but he was able to mold it a bit more, streamline it, and build it up just a bit more.
He thought he would just focus, personally, on the animals, but he found himself enjoying working with the people as well. One of his favorite moments was watching when a griffon bonded with a new rider. He was almost always right at figuring out what type of griffon would bond with what type of person. It helped in the administration, making sure the right individuals weren’t wasting their time on a griffon that wouldn’t suit them. Anders and Fred were omnilancers, but he spent a lot of time around the medics.
Anders wandered to where Fred was roosting and climbed on his back easily. He should his satchel, filled with some paperwork and breakfast. He flew up and landed on a nearby plot of land, and made himself comfortable. He laid out a blanket and Fred sat down nearby. He leaned back against the griffon, relaxing, and pulling out some bread and cheese. Making a small breakfast out of it he worked on some paperwork.
There was a snap of a twig and he rested his hand on his staff, waiting to see if the person nearby would make themselves known.
”I have more food if you’re hungry?”
04-26-2024, 07:56 AM
