They're griffons. How could they not be distracting?!
Myr's expression is rapt--would be wide-eyed if he had them--as Inessa relates the story. "A spell kept them alive all these years?" he asks, awed. Hopefully someone took that down; stasis magic like that wasn't in the standard repertoire he learned.
"And you're flying with them now?" For a moment his heart yearns after a griffon's wings--who wouldn't want the freedom of the skies, having known only the ground all his life?--before he quietly, gently squashes that idea. He knows enough of how little he likes heights now to know it would be a tremendously stupid thing to try flying. "Do you...could I visit them sometime?" The question's almost shy.
"...Also, you can't just say a thing like that and not follow up; now you've got to tell me their names."
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Myr's expression is rapt--would be wide-eyed if he had them--as Inessa relates the story. "A spell kept them alive all these years?" he asks, awed. Hopefully someone took that down; stasis magic like that wasn't in the standard repertoire he learned.
"And you're flying with them now?" For a moment his heart yearns after a griffon's wings--who wouldn't want the freedom of the skies, having known only the ground all his life?--before he quietly, gently squashes that idea. He knows enough of how little he likes heights now to know it would be a tremendously stupid thing to try flying. "Do you...could I visit them sometime?" The question's almost shy.
"...Also, you can't just say a thing like that and not follow up; now you've got to tell me their names."