Non-Journal Memoir: The Secret Son
Air Conoy hastily plastered the smile onto her face as her brothers approached her in the grassy paradise that seemed to accomodate only the largest forms of sentient life. She had contemplated telling them about her secret mission, but she could not do it just yet. They had been apart for too long and it just wasn't time for her to bring her protoform son and her lost love into the story. Besides, she already purged herself of all sense of attachment, even to her own offspark, and her brothers did not feel as close to her as brothers should be.
"O-nai-i chan." Night Convoy, the griffin who could blend seamlessly into almost any nightscape, forced the words from his shaky voice. For a moment, the femme wondered if she should have brought her brother along, but she remembered her reasonings from the last time she had entertained the notion. She did not want to involve him and even though he was deathly silent now, his old, talkative mouth had a thing for resurfacing and thus telling the wrong people about her child.
"Don't disappear like that again, Air onee-chan!" Air Convoy smiled at the blind ignorance of her brothers as Wind Convoy, the dragon, embrace her. What they didn't know couldn't hurt them; they'd just have to know their nephew as a mere ally. Besides, that way, she ran no risk of inciting Wind Convoy's temper.