Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39042010-20190822010820

Teroe lifts his hand to the gryphon's face.

This won't hurt, he says in beastspeech. What looks like a coil of fairy dust extends from his hand. It smells like herbs and flowers, and the gryphon feels sleepy. The faerie prince closes his eyes, concentrating. A second later, the gryphon feels his wing go numb. Teroe removes the rest of the arrowhead with no pain on the gryphon's part, but the gryphon is exhausted from the fairy dust's power.

What is your name, anyway? Teroe asks him. I don't want to keep calling you "the gryphon" in my mind. He lifts a hand as if to pet the gryphon's back. May I?