Thunder roared through the night air, sending the rain to stampede drum rolls against the roof and walls of the building. Sappheiros could feel the vibrations through his feathers, chilling the nerves under his skin. He despised the anxiety these storms brought, a curse from Zeus if any.
“Rough night, huh?” Came the sweet coo from the doorway. Recognizing the voice, a sense of relief came over him. Sappheiros knew this pure gold gryphus. She could hear his cries across the courtyard with those great ears of hers and never hesitated to come give him company whenever these blasted storms struck.
“It’s too dangerous to sleep outside,” Raina said shyly, coming up to bump her head with his. “Do you mind if I stay the night?”
She was careful not to point out how afraid of storms he was, a gesture he greatly appreciated. Replying, he joined in the game they had adopted for nights like these, “I