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Gallus doesn't want to go home for the summer. To get out of it, all he has to do is join the Hippogriff Navy. Simple enough, right?
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It is that time again · 1:38pm Jun 13th, 2023

BIRB TIME

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Ty looked like he’d just crawled out of bed, with bleary eyes and his long mane a mussed mess, one long strand sticking straight up. His right arm was still in a sling, tightly bandaged, but he was getting around well enough on three legs now. He looked up and grunted a greeting from around a mouthful of his cereal.
“How’s your shoulder?” I asked.
He didn’t respond until he’d finished chewing. “It’s been worse,” he eventually said, punctuating the statement with the crunch of his next bite.
“Better than before?”
He nodded, hints of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “So much better. Closed wounds suck a lot less than open ones.” He took another bite, talking around the food. “It still hurts if I move it, but compared to a week ago? I hardly feel a thing.”
I nodded. “That’s good.” Overall, Ty certainly looked better than he did when I first saw him on that ship. He was back to his normal grooming routine and was a lot fresher, even with a mane full of bedhead. Physically, he was more or less his old self, but there was something that didn’t quite feel right. There were still dark circles under his eyes; when he wasn’t looking at me, his eyes wandered elsewhere in a long, unfocused stare.
I’d seen that sort of gaze once before. Several years back, a few guards had come into Grandpa Gruff’s store back in Griffonstone. They were only stopping in for some supplies, and I helped them load their stuff into their cart. They didn’t say a word to me and had that same sort of gaunt stare into the distance that Ty did. Gruff told me later that they came from the southern border in an area called the Cervidian Wood. Deer vastly outnumbered griffons in that farthest reach of the Griffon Empire, and had decided that they wanted independence. The fighting had been going on longer than I had been alive.
Despite my burning curiosity, I knew better than to needle Ty for answers. Still, I was curious about what had happened—about who had attacked him. The official statement I’d heard from Cedar Breeze referred to it as “an incident”. It was an attack, I was sure of it. How else would his ship be full of cannonball holes? I couldn’t imagine how horrible it must have been trying to sail back with that kind of damage, but the big questions on my mind concerned who did it and why.
Those questions were way above my pay grade, though, and it didn’t really matter all that much if I got answers to them. After all, what was the trash griffon gonna do?
“So how’d it go with you?” he said, cutting off my train of thought.
“With what?”
“You know”—he bounced his eyebrows—“the other night? You and her?”