taryn

Aisling tumbled out, his gold eyes going wild about the room to take in all of them. His beak clicked as he worked it in silence. Then, as the breaking of ice may bring a cascade of water from winter__ falls, the griffin__ voice__o longer that small shrill copy of Taryn__, but his own true voice__oured plaintively from him. __om!__aryn jerked around, her mouth dropping open.Aisling bounded toward her and she swept him up into a tight embrace. He clutched at her shoulders with his talons, burying his head under her chin, and cried, __om! Yoo_rrrrr_oh_kay!___reat gods,_ Antilles heard himself say and he shot Tonka a startled glance. __e cannot be speaking?!__he horseman merely smiled. __nd why not?_ he murmured, resettling himself on his padded bolster. __or has he not been a miracle from the very first?___ou__e talking,_ Taryn cried, true delight painting itself over the grief that had seemed to mask her since the dawning of this terrible day. She was radiant once more, burning with a joy and a healing light all its own as she hugged her griffin close. __h, my fierce prince! My big boy!___oo_rrrr_Ai-sing,_ whispered the griffin. His raptor__ eyes flicked to Antilles and his naked wings fluttered. __illy. Yoo_rrrr_sun-shy?__aryn giggled, her face pressed to fur.__ye, lad,_ Antilles said, tossing his broken horn. __y sun and my moon and all my starry skies.