Life's to hard to make it on your own, or is it?

[Silver Brumby]

The crisp morning air embrassed as she leaped into the sky. She glided down to the forest, the wind teasing her feathers as she spread them apart to steady herself. Cleo shook her regal head, ruffling her crown of feathers. She cryed out like an eagle which morphed into a kind of fasinating roar. She chirped as Cleo layed to the ground and started grooming her wings.

Cleo:

[Guest]

^^^^ Except with goldenish, honey-brown feathers. ^^^^


Quietly, Bestaire flapped his wings, the wind's currents gliding smoothly over and under the silky yet durable feathers. He heard the cry of another gryphon, and took his time gliding his large body downwards towards the call. He let out his own bugle, sounding his arrival with a brilliant display of golden-brown feathers and a magnificently bright white head, yellow beak glinting off sunlight. As he sat down, he looked over the other gryphon - obviously female - and nodded his hello before speaking it, "Hello, I'm Bestaire." He pronounced it best -- ahr.