Almonihah had to make Zakhin'Dakh land before he
exhausted himself too badly. He seemed rather disappointed at the
distance they had covered, but Almonihah assured him that it was a
lot. Zakhin'Dakh just felt like he should have been able to get
further, even though Almonihah said that his weight and the weight of
the saddle was tiring the griffon out faster. He felt a little better
when Almonihah reassured him that he'd get better at it with
practice.
Practice lots! Zakhin'Dakh screeched.
Almonihah laughed a bit. We'll both get plenty of
practice, he said, walking just a bit stiffly. It'd been a long
time since he'd ridden griffon-back for long...
They made their way west across the plains, keeping the
Dragon's Teeth range visible on the horizon to their left. Despite
Zakhin'Dakh trying to outdo himself every day, they traveled slowly.
Almonihah would often spot a herd of animals off to one side, or
something else would catch Zakhin'Dakh's attention, and so they
meandered back and forth almost as much as they headed west.
****
Short update. Sleep now.
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