I haven’t posted the information on the Lovebird Gryphs yet, I might post their information sheet sometime over the next couple of days as I continue this story.
The herd was moving away from the edge of their world, but two individuals lingered by the edge, looking out across the myriad of little island worlds nestled between cloud of all colours and shapes. They were creatures that were mostly green, perhaps the best colour to blend into the plains of these island worlds. Their forequarters were reminiscent of lovebirds, with small patches of orange around their eyes and beaks. Their hindquarters looked like those of a sheep, with thick green wool and red hooves to match their beaks. They were both carrying packs slung over their backs, which were presumably holding all they would need in the herd’s nomadic lifestyle. The herd was drawing further and further away, but they hardly seemed to notice. They continued to stand together, hips touching, one gently preening the other as they looked out across the horizon.
“Lilian,” said the one being preened, her song beautiful and soft, “Maybe out there we could find acceptance?”
Lilian stopped preening her and looked back out her eyes wistful but her song sad, “I’ve heard from others Nyasa, they’re no different, some are even worse.”
Nyasa sighed, it was a low whistling noise, “I don’t mean the other herds, I mean out there, beyond the clouds.”
“Surely you cannot be serious!” Lilian’s song was suddenly loud, then she dropped her voice, “Nyasa, no one has ever returned.”
Nyasa began to preen Lilian now, trying to calm her, “Few have ever gone, maybe they found something beautiful.”
“Or maybe they found only death, even travelling between the island worlds is dangerous.” Lilian said, but she was calming, “Out in Aetheria, in the raw aether, surely we’d have no chance.”
“Then maybe we should go talk to Fischer and Rosie again about…”
“I’m going nowhere near that close-minded goat.”
“That’s no way to talk about our herd leader.” Nyasa said, but there was an amused glint to her eyes, “Then maybe we should try another herd?”
Lilian shook her head, “No I’ve heard too much that sounds unpromising.”
“Then lets go, let’s take a chance.” Nyasa sung with great feeling, “A chance of something better is better then a lifetime where our own kind looks at us with disgust.”
“And what if only death awaits us out there?” Lilian asked.
“I’m willing to face that,” Nyasa said, “With you by my side.”
“Maybe I’m not.” Lilian said, “What if I said no?”
“Then I would stay, with you by my side I am sure we can overcome anything.” Nyasa said.
“But you believe we have a better chance of surviving the unknown then converting the herd.” Lilian said, “I’ll admit I probably agree.”
“Will we go?” Nyasa said, pausing her preening filled with anticipation.
Lilian stepped away from her and spread her wings. With a few flaps she took to the air and flew off the edge of the world. Nyasa had to scramble to follow, she should have expected this. Once Lilian made up her mind she would act on it straight away. They angled themselves towards a cloud that looked like a collection of bright green bubbles. Nyasa drew close to Lilian, her right wing settling over Lilian’s left as they settled into a glide. Her vision blurred and she realised she was crying.
“Thank you Lilian, you are so brave, I couldn’t have done this without you.” She said.
“You’re a romantic fool Nyasa, but maybe this is the only way we could have a hope.”