Astrid leans in and picks up the griffon, rolling it between her hands. She canโt clearly remember making it, but it is in her style: a little lumpy and misshapen, not a work by a master craftswoman or someone who would sell these professionally, just a hobbyist; it has those stupid wings which caused such a headache, but the expression on the face has got some nice playful mischief which perfectly encapsulates
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this particular griffonโs mercurial personality. Although when she tries, she canโt remember her having a particular rider these days. And when Astrid tilts it upside down at a particular angle, she can see the innocuous little triangle etched on the bottom of its heel:
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She holds it out for Clarisse in turn to see. โThis is my signature,โ she says, a little lost.
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Astrid leans in and picks up the griffon, rolling it between her hands. She canโt clearly remember making it, but it is in her style: a little lumpy and misshapen, not a work by a master craftswoman or someone who would sell these professionally, just a hobbyist; it has those stupid wings which caused such a headache, but the expression on the face has got some nice playful mischief which perfectly encapsulates
(Blunder Supreme)
this particular griffonโs mercurial personality. Although when she tries, she canโt remember her having a particular rider these days. And when Astrid tilts it upside down at a particular angle, she can see the innocuous little triangle etched on the bottom of its heel:
She holds it out for Clarisse in turn to see. โThis is my signature,โ she says, a little lost.