The order rings in his ears, and suddenly it feels like there's nothing he'd rather do.
He could resist that, he thinks, at least for a moment - but this is no time to try it out. His movements become swiftly efficient; even when he leans down to press his forehead against his griffon's, his message to Tempus is brief.
Watch over them. Give Elias my shield. I'll see you in a year.
The griffon's wings flare again, furling around his knight's shoulders in a last gesture of loyal protectiveness. Then he backs up, turns, and runs - faster and faster before he leaps into the sky, and soars in a direction that his home is very much not in. (That was always the plan; they'd already planned route with random twists and turns, he just assumed he'd be taking it too.)
Finally, he turns back towards Bruce and crosses his arms. Even beneath the leather and wool of his gambeson he feels keenly vulnerable. "Lead the way, then."
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He could resist that, he thinks, at least for a moment - but this is no time to try it out. His movements become swiftly efficient; even when he leans down to press his forehead against his griffon's, his message to Tempus is brief.
Watch over them. Give Elias my shield. I'll see you in a year.
The griffon's wings flare again, furling around his knight's shoulders in a last gesture of loyal protectiveness. Then he backs up, turns, and runs - faster and faster before he leaps into the sky, and soars in a direction that his home is very much not in. (That was always the plan; they'd already planned route with random twists and turns, he just assumed he'd be taking it too.)
Finally, he turns back towards Bruce and crosses his arms. Even beneath the leather and wool of his gambeson he feels keenly vulnerable. "Lead the way, then."