Mesd gave yet another nod.
Had he done something wrong; was Molar to do something to him? He
would never know for sure.
Disappointment showered over them once they
had discovered their friend was not home. Slightly irritated, they
trotted away from the castle, now making their way toward Caeo’s
home. What would make this task even longer the necessary was the
fact that Molar and Mesd would have to pass Carpla’s castle in
order to meet up with Caeo.
Passing alleys of slaves and Mocranians
selling goods, Molar and Mesd found themselves in a nobles’
neighborhood. In a dark-red castle they had found Caeo and
convinced him to follow them to watch Molar fly for the first time.
It was before such an even could occur, however, when the two boys
who had worked off their paws just to reach Caeo took a long break
before a single footstep toward the cliff could be made.
Taking what seemed like an eternity, the
three griffins were finally able to find their way to the cliff
Molar had told them about. Once there, Molar took a glance at his
two friends, telling them excitedly, “I can’t wait to start
flying!”
A spark of sympathy lit up in Caeo’s mind
when he murmured, “Good luck, Molar! I can’t wait to see this!” A
pause came to his words before Caeo continued, “You know what? I’ll
join you! I wanna see this from up close—and then start
flying with you! What about you, Mesd?”
A brief shake of his head told the other two
griffins his thoughts.
“Well, okay Mesd. You just stay down here and
watch us!” Not another word sprouted from Caeo’s beak when his
weary paws sprinted over the cliff’s spiral-like path. Even with
such immense power and anxiety within his feet, Caeo was passed by
Molar—who was travelling with even more speed than what Caeo could
handle.
Running up the hill, Molar’s friend gave a
slight struggle to follow up with him. “Hey! Wait up!” called
Caeo—but to no avail. All Molar could focus on was the pictures in
his head—pictures of himself flying off the cliff, kissing the
altitudinous air above.
At last Molar made it to the top of the
cliff—exclaiming to his friends all the while, “Here I go!” As
Molar’s paws began to curl around the edges of the cliff, Caeo
hopped up and down anxiously. Envy swept over him and urged him to
push Molar off the cliff.
In a heartbeat—beyond his own control—did
Caeo push Molar off the cliff’s ground with his paws, quickly
noticing guilt’s punishment on his mind. Oops , he lamented,
taking a step back from where he’d just shoved Molar.
“Whoa!” Molar cried, unprepared for the fall. My wings—I just have to keep flapping them! Without any
pattern or order, he gave his wings many rapid flaps while in the
air. Such an action would save him from injury—he just knew it!
Unfortunately, no matter how many beats he
made per heartbeat, Molar’s wings were not strong enough to hold
him in the air. They were not used to the wind rush that Mocranian
fliers felt when they flew. Giving up easily, his wings quickly
grew too sore to flap anymore.
Feeling heavier than usual, Molar found
himself plummeting to the ground. Molar’s wings were not spread out
enough for him to even make a start on flying. There were certain
lengths—depending on what the creature was—that had to be measured
before a child could start learning how to fly, and Molar wasn’t
even close to that specific length.
“Molar!” called Caeo, fighting against the
urge to jump off the cliff and save his endangered friend. Fearing
for himself and for Molar, he ran down the cliff in the opposite
way of which he’d climbed up. All the while did he seem to move
faster than Molar had earlier while moving up the cliff.
Oh—I can’t save him! Helplessly, Caeo
stopped in his tracks and watched his friend fail at an attempt to
stop himself from hitting the ground. Such a failure was celebrated
with a thunderous crash and then with the sounds of
horrified sobs.
Taking
Had he done something wrong; was Molar to do something to him? He
would never know for sure.
Disappointment showered over them once they
had discovered their friend was not home. Slightly irritated, they
trotted away from the castle, now making their way toward Caeo’s
home. What would make this task even longer the necessary was the
fact that Molar and Mesd would have to pass Carpla’s castle in
order to meet up with Caeo.
Passing alleys of slaves and Mocranians
selling goods, Molar and Mesd found themselves in a nobles’
neighborhood. In a dark-red castle they had found Caeo and
convinced him to follow them to watch Molar fly for the first time.
It was before such an even could occur, however, when the two boys
who had worked off their paws just to reach Caeo took a long break
before a single footstep toward the cliff could be made.
Taking what seemed like an eternity, the
three griffins were finally able to find their way to the cliff
Molar had told them about. Once there, Molar took a glance at his
two friends, telling them excitedly, “I can’t wait to start
flying!”
A spark of sympathy lit up in Caeo’s mind
when he murmured, “Good luck, Molar! I can’t wait to see this!” A
pause came to his words before Caeo continued, “You know what? I’ll
join you! I wanna see this from up close—and then start
flying with you! What about you, Mesd?”
A brief shake of his head told the other two
griffins his thoughts.
“Well, okay Mesd. You just stay down here and
watch us!” Not another word sprouted from Caeo’s beak when his
weary paws sprinted over the cliff’s spiral-like path. Even with
such immense power and anxiety within his feet, Caeo was passed by
Molar—who was travelling with even more speed than what Caeo could
handle.
Running up the hill, Molar’s friend gave a
slight struggle to follow up with him. “Hey! Wait up!” called
Caeo—but to no avail. All Molar could focus on was the pictures in
his head—pictures of himself flying off the cliff, kissing the
altitudinous air above.
At last Molar made it to the top of the
cliff—exclaiming to his friends all the while, “Here I go!” As
Molar’s paws began to curl around the edges of the cliff, Caeo
hopped up and down anxiously. Envy swept over him and urged him to
push Molar off the cliff.
In a heartbeat—beyond his own control—did
Caeo push Molar off the cliff’s ground with his paws, quickly
noticing guilt’s punishment on his mind. Oops , he lamented,
taking a step back from where he’d just shoved Molar.
“Whoa!” Molar cried, unprepared for the fall. My wings—I just have to keep flapping them! Without any
pattern or order, he gave his wings many rapid flaps while in the
air. Such an action would save him from injury—he just knew it!
Unfortunately, no matter how many beats he
made per heartbeat, Molar’s wings were not strong enough to hold
him in the air. They were not used to the wind rush that Mocranian
fliers felt when they flew. Giving up easily, his wings quickly
grew too sore to flap anymore.
Feeling heavier than usual, Molar found
himself plummeting to the ground. Molar’s wings were not spread out
enough for him to even make a start on flying. There were certain
lengths—depending on what the creature was—that had to be measured
before a child could start learning how to fly, and Molar wasn’t
even close to that specific length.
“Molar!” called Caeo, fighting against the
urge to jump off the cliff and save his endangered friend. Fearing
for himself and for Molar, he ran down the cliff in the opposite
way of which he’d climbed up. All the while did he seem to move
faster than Molar had earlier while moving up the cliff.
Oh—I can’t save him! Helplessly, Caeo
stopped in his tracks and watched his friend fail at an attempt to
stop himself from hitting the ground. Such a failure was celebrated
with a thunderous crash and then with the sounds of
horrified sobs.
Taking
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