RP: Playing in the Park

It's Variday, Aestry 25 17:39:13 1018. The full moon isn't up. The tide is high and ebbing. Everything is pale grey, veiled by mist. It's warm, humid, and still.

A12: Memorial Gardens District

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Ga'Elian has removed his armor and armaments, and is frolicking with his griffon in the muggy mist this warm afternoon. As the two whirl around each other in a typhoon of tag the griffon rolls over in the well manicured grass of the memorial district, and Ga'Elian brays like a donkey.

Sorscha quietly blinks at Ga'Elian and his griffon as she enters the district. "That's.....different." She says with a laugh.

Ga'Elian darts from behind one tree to behind another as Erithamiel crouches for a feline-style pounce at him. The elf taunts his companion with the neighing of a horse--a griffon's preferred diet, then charges toward him just in time to be clotheslined when the beast suddenly extends its left wing, then pins him under one talon and emits a screech that would make any Egalrin proud.

Sorscha slowly walks her way towards the pair as the griffon pins him under the talon and tilts her head. "you did nicker at him, Ga'Elian." She says with a chuckle.

Aya enters the gardens for the reason she typically does so: they lie between her destination and point of origin. Yes, the blooms are colorful, the aromas pleasant, and the grounds well-tended. While she appreciates the effort invested into their maintenance, that may be the limit of her general interest in the topiary.

Ga'Elian smiles up at Sorscha, "Oh, yeah. It's all just part of the game." He says, "Erithamiel, down." The well-trained beast withdraws a pace, releasing the ranger who rolls over and stands in one athletic motion. He steps over to give the griffon a big noogie, and Erithamiel flutters his wings in reply.

Sorscha chuckles a bit. "I figured as much. it's why I didn't attack him." She says softly before she waves to Aya. "I didn't think there was anything wrong."

Aya notes the griffon, the griffin's pet, and Sorscha's wave, though not necessarily in that order. Whether the wave is simple courtesy or a beckon, her steps take her in that direction. "I assume that everyone's enjoying themselves?"

Ga'Elian says, "Sure, sure. Everybody's fine. And about attacking him, Sorscha, you're more than welcome to play along, that is if you don't find it too undignified." He looks up a nearby tree and jumps up under it, catching a branch just above his head and pulling himself up onto it.

Aya arches a brow at Ga'Elian, glances to Sorscha, to the creature, and back to the sil, now elevated. "Should I even ask what you're ...playing along?"

Ga'Elian jumps in, "Oh Erithamiel and I were just playing tag, after a fashion." He makes a whistly like a canary, and Erithamiel cocks his aquilene head toward the tree and wags his tail playfully.

Sorscha chuckles as she steps back. "I don't think I'd do so well, actually. haven't played tag in.....a few hundred years."

"Tag..." Aya repeats the word as she considers it, as if it were just as foreign as Sorscha claimed. After a moment, she rolls one shoulder. "I recall the goal, but it isn't much of a challenge."

Erithamiel purrs and speings past the tree, from which Ga'Elian jumps, tumbling in the air rather spectacularly and grabbing his companion by the rump as he thuds On the earth, spinning the griffon over onto its back. In the process, the elf manages to get himself squashed for a moment under the beast's body, getting the prevailing winds knocked out of him.

Sorscha shakes her head. "it's a fun game, I'll admit, but it's mostly to encourage kids to run." She then looks to the griffon. "Or to teach a griffon to hunt." She then tilts her head. "Too bad you didn't name it Gale."

Ga'Elian catches his breath and says, "Yeah, that would've been a good name for him I guess, especially if you've ever been blasted by his wings. You know, a lot of people get confused between griffons and hippogriffs, but I could never be so comfortable flying on the rear seat of a draft horse."

Sorscha says, "That's probably because the first thing they see is claws and a bird's beak. Not hooves."

Erithamiel stands up again and takes off cantering toward the war memorial. Ga'Elian chases at a full run. Just as the elf is about to jump up onto the griffon's back, the beast darts to the right leaving Ga'Elian hanging, literally, in the air before smacking into the soft grass. Erithamiel squawks.

Sorscha shakes her head. "I'm glad you and your griffon are still getting along, Ga'Elian. I shall make my way back towards the temple for my prayers. Enjoy." She says waving towards Ga'Elian and Aya before she goes.

Ga'Elian picks himself up from his faceplant and waves. "See you around, Sorscha." He looks around in the mist for Erithamiel, then runs back toward where he came from wailing like a berserkr.