"It's live or die time," Chiera muttered, straining to hear the sounds of their approach.
Oh, she knew the phrase was "do or die time", but the outcome would be the same, either way.
She'd never tried to catch a gryphon before, but Cecelia's taunts had been too much and now she was out here at the edge of the Rended Forest, with nothing more than her wits, a leather rope, and some catnip.
The soft hiss of feathers through the air was her only warning.
They'd arrived.
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Good luck catching the gryphon!
ReplyDeleteLove this. I have this image in my head now of gryphons going all wonky for the 'nip--and I think that's a fantastic twist. Great imagery; I'm especially fond of "the soft hiss of feathers."
ReplyDeleteI love "the soft hiss of feathers" too. Good story!
ReplyDelete...And the hunt is on!
ReplyDeleteFun story, Siobhan. Thanks for sharing. :)