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[bird_brain]

[For a moment, Aubri stares at the locket. His ear tufts are up, his head cocked slightly to the side. When he speaks, his accent is obvious, with rolling consonants and hissed sibilants.]

My name is Aubri. Yes, I am a gryphon. [Because seriously everyone's asking.]

No, I do not breathe fire. Yes, I can fly. I prefer to fly. Yes, I know what humans are. No, I am not the one of my kind, though I may be in this world. Yes, I can speak. [Obviously.] And, finally, yes, the talons -- [he holds them up and, yep, pretty wicked looking] -- do make certain things difficult.

[Pause] Did I miss anything?

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[bird_brain]

[His beak opens in a grin.] I suppose I am not much of a talker.

[gardienne]

You know, nobody here is. My Pa always said I need to learn to hold my tongue. He said he were gonna cut my throat to shut me up, he were so sick of chatter. But I think he was joking... I think.

[She doesn't sound too certain about that.]

[bird_brain]

I certainly hope that he was.

[gardienne]

He ain't never done it, Sir. Not that anyway. He wouldn't slit my throat really.

[bird_brain]

I am glad to hear that. It's too fine a throat for that.

[gardienne]

You think it's fine?

[She sounds absolutely delighted with the compliment and beams . That's the first true compliment she's had about her looks in almost a decade.]

Do you mean it?

[bird_brain]

I do not say things that I do not mean.

[gardienne]

Then, Monsieur, I shall remember it always, for it is the nicest thing anybody has said to me since I were a little girl. Thank you for that.