The Eyrie of Fridheim, Midvinter
"There we are," Thurion stepped back to admire his work. "A proper saddle fit for the noblest of steeds. How do you like it?" The 'steed' in question turned its head to look over its shoulder to find the leather saddle strapped to its back, and with a curious tilt of its head a soft squeak left its sharp beak. "Yeah, it might feel a bit funny at first. You'll get used to the straps in no time, I reckon," he replied, having learned by now the many mannerisms of his gryphon friend and his kin. Since the great Eyrie of Fridheim finished construction and Skywalker and his family relocated themselves there, Thurion would spend a few hours of his time there every day to get to know these amazing creatures better, even jotting down his discoveries in a leather-bound book so that the knowledge of their existence will never again be forgotten or fall into myth.
"Mind you, I've no desire to fall off a second time we go for our flights. Last time was bad enough, I knew that loop-the-loop was mistake before we even made the attempt. There's only so much security in clinging to feather and fur without proper restraints." Skywalker gave him a nudge with his large head as a deep-sounding pur rumbled, prompting Thurion to embrace his animal companion. "I know, buddy. Thank you for saving my life. If you hadn't caught me mid-air I'd be a pancake on the cobbled streets of Fridheim now."
"Now then," he then said and clapped his hands twice as he stepped further back, signalling Skywalker to rise from where he lay in the hay. "Let's try it out, shall we?"
Thurion had only just gotten his foot into the first stirrup and was about to mount him when they were interrupted by a voice, along with footsteps climbing the stairs leading up the tall tower. "My lord, are you up here?" A guardsman peeked his head over the top of the revolving staircase to see his lord and the creature interact. "I'm here," Thurion replied somewhat begrudgingly, before turning to face the man seemingly hiding from view. "Why don't you come out where I can see you?" The guard's wide eyes shifted between his lord and the gryphon at his side as he slowly made it up the last few steps.
"Forgive me, Lord Heavenshield," his gaze lingered at Skywalker who stared back at him, prompting an audible *gulp* from the man. "It's just, uh... It's about your son, Thirdas. He, uh..." Thurion's expression shifted to that of a father's worry. "What about Thirdas? Speak up, man!" The guard returned his focus to his lord and liege and stood straight as discipline kicked in. "There's been a fight, with one of the other lads. Nearly took us three grown men to separate the two, they were going at it so." Thurion sighed and turned to Skywalker. "Wait here, I will be back soon, my friend. I'll bring you a treat from the kitchen for the trouble, yeah?"
Skywalker purred some more even as Thurion descended down the hole in the floor, but had time to give the poor guard a stern gaze that nearly had him tumble down the stairs, his legs quivered so. Still, it was far better to follow his lord down the stairs rather than remain in the company of such a ferocious-looking beast. "Damn it, not again..."
The Eyrie was located on a cliff overlooking the vast ocean known to all as the Great Maw, and although well within city limits the walk down to the city itself took a good ten minutes. By the time he'd arrived at the scene of the crime, Coci was already present along with a bloody-nosed Thirdas looking rather resentful of his mother cleaning his face from the blood. When Thurion approached them he said nothing, knowing his wife would have already lectured their youngest. Instead he stood there with his arms crossed, looking far from impressed at his son's latest antics. But when Thirdas noticed his father standing over him, his expression changed to that of someone ashamed of what they'd done.