"I fear only that he would learn to think that it is his name when it is not. Perhaps they are smart enough that it will not be a concern." It certainly seems as though the one she is bonding with is big enough, but will his mind match it? She has been told good things about the wit and strength of the griffons, but she would not wish to do something to offend. She is already a foreign Rifter asking to bond with their precious native birds - she would not want to lose what she has been given.
She fears it, just a little.
Her eyes turn back to Marcoulf for a moment, drinking him in before she breathes out gently. Moving closer, she reaches, putting a hand on his arm.
He is clearly on the verge of disagreement - nonsense, animals are smart enough to know their different names; a dog can be called a thing by one master and then learn to answer to another spoken by someone else -, but before he gets there, her hand is on his arm.
Marcoulf doesn't sharpen or still at it. The contact is easy, untroubled, and nothing compared to the two of then trying to stab one another in the training yard. But what she says to follow it makes his face go blank. His hand hooked habitually over the pommel of the silvered sword closes into a fist around it, gripping so thoughtlessly hard that the ornate pattern of the raised metal digs into his fingers. After a taut moment, he gives her a curt nod in return without meeting her eye.
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She fears it, just a little.
Her eyes turn back to Marcoulf for a moment, drinking him in before she breathes out gently. Moving closer, she reaches, putting a hand on his arm.
"I thank you for the advice. I respect it."
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Marcoulf doesn't sharpen or still at it. The contact is easy, untroubled, and nothing compared to the two of then trying to stab one another in the training yard. But what she says to follow it makes his face go blank. His hand hooked habitually over the pommel of the silvered sword closes into a fist around it, gripping so thoughtlessly hard that the ornate pattern of the raised metal digs into his fingers. After a taut moment, he gives her a curt nod in return without meeting her eye.
"You're welcome."