I did not expect, nor was I prepared for, the Griffin to offer me a ride upon his back, stating it was his fault I had been ill and I would only slow them down otherwise.
I squirmed uncomfortably, worried about pulling feathers from the front half of his strange hide. They were much coarser than I had expected, and I had no place to put my hands other than wrapping them around his neck, if I didn’t want to tug feathers free. I’d already decided this couldn’t go on. I’d rather change forms myself and fly than continue this torturous experience.
“Would you hold still?” The Griffin squawked, driving his wings downward and making adjustments so my movements would stop forcing him off balance. Arran laughed, flying beside us.
“She rode a horse similarly. Apparently, being a Shifter makes her
