Book I Interlude

Book I Interlude

Zakhin'Dakh—not so big right now inside the Archives, apparently due to some magic item he had—perked up at the mention of his name and screeched excitedly. His half-bronze dragon friend laughed a bit, and I asked what he had said.

“He asked 'f it's his turn now,” Almonihah replied.

I thought for a bit, and decided that now was as good a time as any. I started to explain that I didn't know Great Eagle, even though I'd intended to learn it at some point despite it not having a written form—really most unfortunate, that. From what I've heard, Great Eagles are quite the noble, intelligent creatures—but Almonihah informed me he'd be willing to translate.

I thanked him for the offer, then turned to the griffon. It was rather odd to see him shrunk down as he was, more the size of a large dog than an elephant, as he had been outside. I could certainly see the same enthusiastic energy in him that Almonihah had just been speaking of, though.

He screeched something, which Almonihah translated as “Where do we start?” After a moment of thought, I replied that starting with what he knew of his birth would probably be best. He started to speak, and a moment later his bronze-scaled friend started translating.

“I hatched with a bunch of brothers and sisters... I think two and two, two of each...”

(I should here note that I've decided to make the griffon's story simply a chapter in this book, rather than a book of its own. I suppose I should have realized that he wouldn't have quite as much of a tale as the others.)

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I've been sitting on this one for a bit, and just hadn't posted it up. Bet you'd forgotten all about the frame story now, hadn't you? Well, it's still here!