closed.

[heorte]

WHO: Adrasteia + Ellis
WHAT: Coworkers, etc.
WHEN: Post-dream.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: It's griffons all the way down in here.

As surreal as it has been to meet Adrasteia on the stairs or in the halls, it is somehow magnified this morning with the lingering memories of the dream rattling in his head. The recollection of Tony won't be dislodged, sticks in his mind despite having more than enough evidence that Tony's well enough now that they're all awake.

And Butterball isn't interested in leaving Ellis room to ruminate on the matter. His great head bumps at Ellis' shoulder, an aggrieved clicking of his beak underscoring the request, until Ellis lifts a hand to rub the griffon's head.

"The older ones came from Weisshaupt, as I understand it," Ellis tells Adrasteia, careful over the invocation of that fortress, all the baggage caught up with it lurking unspoken at the edges of the name. "And they've managed another set of hatchlings since. All large enough to ride, if you can get the hang of it."

If things had gone differently at Weisshaupt, maybe Ellis would have seen some of these griffons raised first-hand. Maybe Adrasteia would have met them there. But that's not how it happened. As it stands, he's undertaken the slow process of familiarizing himself with them over the course of his stay in the Gallows. He points up, where Potato has curled on a high ledge but deigned to peer back down at them.

"That's Potato," Ellis explains, with a moment's pause to allow the chosen name to settle. "She'll come down if you call for her."