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The OutcropFinngyr disengaged the intricate steel harness with a practiced slam of his fist and swung his leg over Safu's feathered back to slide down from the griffon with practiced ease.
“Thank you, Safu.” He undid the straps that held his hammer and pack, all the while taking time to stroke her muscled side and whisper encouragement.
Safu eyed him approvingly, the thin transparent membrane of her eye flicking rapidly.
“You have carried me this day in safety and comfort, and I thank you.” It was the same thing he always said to her while dismounting. He had learned early on the importance of the bond between knight and mount. He breathed in her comforting scent, a combination of down and musk. A lesson not enough knights appreciated by far, present company included.
Finngyr undi
