This is just a bit...yeah. Two filler chappies this week. How lucky you are...not.
Refer to the last chapter.
Talon soared to her eyrie. Her body was humanoid yet like a griffin at the same time. You knew it was human, but you got the feeling it was griffin. She had rippling golden-brown hair and a golden shirt and breeches on.
Her wings, well, they were magnificent. They were large and covered with rich, golden coloured feathers that rippled like waves. Talon's eyes were gold also and seemed to be wise.
Talon, for it was Kel, had sat and preened her wing with her claws. They were not the normal silver for an immortal but they too, were golden.
Truthfeather, she called. What am I to do to the threat overshadowing the King's welcome of the Carthaki?
Would you stop asking me these questions? The male griffin god complained. Just because you are my chosen one doesn't mean you may pelt me with them.
But why did I gain this form in the beginning?
You know the answer. And indeed she did. It was all in her past. She just never liked to dwell on it.
Okay, Truthfeather. I'll be going now.
Good hatchling. Now, Talon, soar free and soar fine! I will stay with you the entire way.
You soar free and fine too, Truthfeather.
And with that, Talon flew off.
R R! RR! RR! RR! PLEASE?