Beast Taming II
The tension that had gripped the training ground began to ease, replaced by a sense of awe and curiosity. The griffin, still in its bowing stance, seemed to embody reverence itself, its regal wings spread wide, its intelligent gaze unwavering as it held its position.
I continued to stroke its feathers, marveling at the softness beneath my fingertips. Wonder and amazement swirled within me, mingled with a lingering disbelief. Why me? The question hung unanswered as I struggled to process the surreal connection I had just experienced.
Finally, the silence was broken by Instructor Harris, his voice tinged with astonishment. "I've never seen anything like this. It's rare for a griffin to show such submission, let alone to a student. Seems Sphinx has taken quite a liking to you, kid."
"Seems like it," I replied, my voice calm despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.