The griffin was slower than he was with Kal. No idea why I'm calling him a he but I'm going with what Angel is once again putting down.
He kept his eyes on mine, and it confirmed everything I was thinking before. His eyes showed wisdom and felt old, very old, like they had seen as much as or even more than Cecila.
He didn't smell my hand for as long as Kal's before, he actually put his head up under my hand and lifted my hand slightly so I was patting him. I tried not to gasp in shock as I smiled like a kid patty a pony for the first time.
I felt Angel wanting to take over, so I let her. I felt as Kal did the same for Neit.
Neit put his hand on top of mine as the griffin rubbed his head back and forth, using my hand still to patt it.
Suddenly, we said in unison, "My blood is thy bloo
