Nov 10 2018, 04:51 PM
The past week had been spent rather usefully — Eythan would say so himself — as he fawned over his newborn brother, who had dubbed himself as Auré after babbling uselessly in his first few moments of life. The name, despite being completely made-up to the gryphon, had stuck. It held a certain elegance, even if it was made of compulsive baby gurgles. In the passing days, however, the little wyvern had picked up a little bit of a vocabulary — which was, currently, free of any curse words, thanks to Eythan's efforts to restrain his rather colorful language. Auré picked up a variety of important words ("Bones!" "Eat." "Wing!") and persistently asked for the names of everything new that he encountered. It was cute at first, but it was, frankly, annoying the gryphon now. The little thing would scamper clumsily toward him, clutching a random object that was most likely a bug or some poor lizard, squealing through a full beak for a name.
Fortunately, for Eythan, this was not one of those days. Well, not entirely. Today was a day where he'd take the neonate to the Bone Fortresses for a little bit of fun and exploration. There were oodles of piles of bones to try and balance on, which would be perfect for getting prepared to fly. It was the equivalent of, say, branching in Eridanus. There were some cave rats to worry about, but honestly, the gryphon wasn't afraid of them. He'd stay away from known hotspots of the nasty things. Besides, who wouldn't want to take an infant to a pit of bones to romp around?
Fortunately, for Eythan, this was not one of those days. Well, not entirely. Today was a day where he'd take the neonate to the Bone Fortresses for a little bit of fun and exploration. There were oodles of piles of bones to try and balance on, which would be perfect for getting prepared to fly. It was the equivalent of, say, branching in Eridanus. There were some cave rats to worry about, but honestly, the gryphon wasn't afraid of them. He'd stay away from known hotspots of the nasty things. Besides, who wouldn't want to take an infant to a pit of bones to romp around?