The child griffons are singing in front of me. I sang a song that I had somehow memorized, and the baby griffons began to imitate the song.
I was surprised that they could hear the phrase I sang and imitate it in a really low voice.
But it was still kind of cute.
There are six adult griffons and four baby griffons in the nest. I spend a lot of time with them. The adult griffons hunt and do other things.
All six griffons are good to me. And of course, the horses. Among them, there is one adult griffon who takes especially good care of me. She has a scar in her eye, but I think she is the mother of two baby griffons. I think she is the mother of the two baby griffons. To be honest, I don't know the difference between male and female griffons, but I asked her if she was the mother? I asked her if she was the mother, and she replied, "Gururu, gururu, gururu, gururu.
The child griffons were singing happily. I had an idea of a child griffon choir or something like that. But I think it would be peaceful if such a thing really existed.
If I knew more songs, I might be able to teach them, but I don't know much about singing. Songs and music are only enjoyed by those who have money, and the only songs I know are the ones that I somehow learned from someone singing in the village.
The baby griffons surrounded me and began to sing as they circled around me. They had been singing in a row earlier, but now they wanted to sing while moving. They seemed to enjoy singing while spinning in circles. My eyes start to roll back, so I sit down.
I sit down in the center of the nest. This nest was built by adult griffons. I saw them expanding it after I arrived, so I was surprised to see how they did it.
After a while, one of the baby griffons gets tired of singing and snuggles up to me. It was warm. I stroke its wing. They purr pleasantly. I am glad that they are happy.
Then, the other three singing birds also came up to me, purring as if to say, "Me too, me too," and I stroked them all.
I stroked them all. They were so fluffy that I felt good too.
I was so happy to be petted and fluffed up.
The baby griffons were petted and felt good.
How many good things there are for each other, I thought.
An old man in the village told me that the names of demons have special meanings. Thinking back, that old man, who has already passed away, used to warn my parents that they were discriminating too much between my sister and me. He was a good old man.
He used to travel around a lot, and I heard stories about him. I remembered this and wondered if I should name the griffons. I wondered if I should name the griffons, and later, the horses, if naming them would have special meaning for them. But, well, they can live without any problems even if they are not named at the moment, so I have to put other things first and put it off until later.
The child griffon peeked at me as I pondered for a moment.
I wonder if he is asking me what's wrong. I don't know what it's saying because I don't understand its language, but I think it's probably saying that.
"Thank you for worrying about me. ......
"Guruh!"
The child griffon squeaked as if it was natural.
That day, the mother griffon gave me various things that she had brought from wherever she had gotten them, as if she had heard something from the little griffon. It could be something the griffon had been storing in the nest, or it could be fruit from outside the nest, and so on.
What should I do now?
I have been thinking about it, but I am so comfortable with the calmness of my current days that I have not yet made up my mind. For the time being, I am spending my time leisurely, being pampered by Griffon and Ma.
I've been brushing Griffon and Ma a lot lately, so I think my brushing skills have improved, but other than that I haven't been able to do much. But other than that, I haven't been able to do anything in particular.
The adult griffons joined in the singing with the baby griffons. It was fun to see the griffons singing so loudly that it could have been called a chorus. The horse was trying his best to sing, but he couldn't sing as well as the griffons, and he was a bit depressed.
The days passed by with singing, brushing, playing with the little griffons, and being taken care of by the adult griffons and horses.
One day, a mother griffon with a scar over her eye came back from hunting with an injury. It was not a serious injury. But it was a shock to me.
Gryphon, Ms. ......
I was shocked, but on the contrary, the mother gryphon comforted me. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm sure it's not going to be a bad thing.
I thought about the injured mother griffon and how much I loved the ...... griffons and didn't want them to get hurt.
I thought about it for days after I got hurt.
Then one day, I had a slightly strange dream. I felt like I was being asked a question. I didn't remember the content of the dream when I woke up, but I felt as if I nodded my head.
And after I dreamed and woke up, there was a change in the mother griffon.
--- the girl and the griffon 2.
(Probably, the girl, who is a god child, feels comfortable living with the griffon and the horse. And I hoped so, because I love them so much and I didn't want them to get hurt)