Prolog: The griffin(s) (part 5)

"Ah! There really is one – it hatched already though!"

Roan approached the disoriented Cranberry and gasped looking at the second baby griffin – this one still slightly wet after just breaking out of its shell.

"No way! So it didn't hatch with the rest? It's so lucky!"

Mary left her griffin with the black wolf and ran up to the pair and looked at the baby chick stumbling as it was freeing itself rather awkwardly, mainly because it did not look away from the flabbergasted Cranberry even for a fraction of a second.

"Eh...? EH...?! Could it be?! Cranberry, it imprinted on you?!"

Mary gasped excitedly, grabbing onto the red-haired girl's arm and shaking it.

"...umm... even beyond that... it just... asked me to become my second familiar...?"

"Skwee!"