Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin Chapter 93

The soothing chirp of birds waking up is a calming yet welcod surprise in the morning, and even as the flas in the fireplace have died out long ago the heating sun took its place in warming my surroundings, coming as a thin line over the openings on the walls, shinning bright behind my closed eyelids.

I yawn myself awake, blinking a few tis and rembering last night before I stretch up and make Ethan fall down, stopping myself mid movent only to notice a lack of weight against my side, and when I look over he is indeed missing, and a single glance tells is not only from my side but from this very room.

I shake myself awake as I stand, popping the bones on my wings and stretching my back up and my paws forward before closing them on my back, feeling the floor he was at, cold to the touch.

Long gone... could he just... just have left ? The thought brought bitterness to my heart as my claws ca out into view to mark the wood beneath, rasping deep marks in it.

Left, he had just left, why did this fact bother so much? Is the betrayal of having him leave first, perhaps to pock the prizes by himself after having pinpoint the location of our target? Had he had utter motives to leave just like this?

Or, in the end, was just because of who I am? Perhaps he is out there, telling everyone about already, perhaps trying to find soone to sell my location to and-

"Why do you seem so gloomy?" A voice brings back from my thoughts as I stare at the cracked wooden floor where my claws dig their way in, only to look up and see the responsible for such behavior standing at the door and carrying a prey by its paws, worried for a mont but soon unfazed as he gives a dimpled smile and says: "Brought you breakfast! Figure the apples wouldn’t be enough, especially since you eat mostly at."

"...I can do with fruits and vegetables too." Sothing odd that most griffins had, being able to vary well food-wise, probably caused by so sort of common ancestral, like a horse or cow griffin or sothing, making so that all griffin-like creatures really liked apples and carrots too.

The image of a strange griffin horse that cos to mind almost makes shuffle a laugh, but then, as my eyes follow Ethan as he puts his dead prey on the table and starts working on the at, cleaning the fur and all, I try to understand the great relief I felt for seeing him back.

Worst of it all is that it felt quite normal, as it would only be natural that he would co back, that he would be bringing food, that he would return, but as much as he indeed always ca back to the sect it was expected of him to do so since he is a disciple there.

But here he ca back for , I was the only thing linking him to this place this ti around, and it should not feel so...perfect, it should not make sense but I did not expect anything else and... in my mind it did not make sense, no sense at all, but my heart was at ease and in peace like it had not been before, nor after losing mother, it felt like...

It felt like I was ho.

And like they say, ho is not where you are at, but where the people you want to stay with are, and the realization that his efforts were, after all, not in vain, and he sohow managed to make sothing blossom in my cold frozen heart is... terrifying.

"Really, are you ok? What are you spacing out for?" I had stopped for so long that he had already prepared the at and was bringing the iron barbecue to the window to light up and have an exit for the smoke, and with a shake of his hand a fireball is ford and easily lighten up the charcoal left behind inside the structure.

Oh, I so tis forget that his elent is Fire, a core elent, very strong and with high potential for destruction, even when he trained his martial arts instead, because it was ’cooler’, his words not mine, of course.

I sigh internally and decide to start the long day already once the sll of roasting at reaches my nose, making the hunger stronger than my laziness and prompting my body to move.

I change back to my human form, reaching for an iron bowl, and as I feel the air in my fingers there is enough humidity for to freeze in as if out of nowhere, cubes of ice appear and roll down into it.

"Here, let take care of it." Ethan says before I can take the bowl to the fire myself to lt the ice, sothing that happens quickly on his hand as he heats the tal up with his bare hands. "I may not do fancy spells and runes like you but it has its uses too." He says with a smirk, happy to help although I have to wait for a while before being able to take it from him since he heated it too much, water included.

Afterward I separate a small amount to wash as the remaining would be used for drinking, and once I splash water on my face I can finally tell that I have woken up, repeating to process and freshening up.

Only to find Ethan staring at .

"What?" I say, feeling the water trace my face since I had nothing to dry it with, and I would not stain my clothes with it.

"What?" I ask again when he only stares at and doesn’t say anything, reaching out out of nowhere and making stiffen in place, and yet I do not fall back nor brush him away when the tip of his finger flusters ever so gently my eyelashes, taking a drop of water that rested like a crystal drop there away with the soft movent.

"For soone so tidy, you can be very clumsy, is cute." He says and licks the drop from his finger, and that is enough to help get really wide awake and with a racing heartbeat.

...Oh boy.