Oh, right. Clarisse gets it. Like training a service dog, kind of—expose them to all kinds of different distractions so they don't go nuts if they happen to fly past a beach party at some point in the future. It makes sense.
"Still pretty dedicated considering it's supposed to be a party," she says, but without much bite. She even whistles to try and get Potato to hop up from the spot where she's crushing Astrid. See? Helping.
For a second she thinks about telling Astrid that if she likes working with the griffons so much, maybe she should apply to be griffon keeper. But she can't bring herself to actually say the words out loud. It would feel like a betrayal, somehow. And she's been kind of enjoying working with the griffons and heading over to check on the horses every day. Maybe enjoying's not the right word, but it's been... comforting, in a weird way, having that routine.
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"Still pretty dedicated considering it's supposed to be a party," she says, but without much bite. She even whistles to try and get Potato to hop up from the spot where she's crushing Astrid. See? Helping.
For a second she thinks about telling Astrid that if she likes working with the griffons so much, maybe she should apply to be griffon keeper. But she can't bring herself to actually say the words out loud. It would feel like a betrayal, somehow. And she's been kind of enjoying working with the griffons and heading over to check on the horses every day. Maybe enjoying's not the right word, but it's been... comforting, in a weird way, having that routine.