“Thenca awoke with a yawn and slow-blinked at Deracho. It was good to see him again.
“I heard there was a gryphon making her way up here who shouted at the monitors and sent them running. And I thought to myself: there’s only one gryphon I know who would do that.”
Thenca rolled her eyes. “My brother would have done the same, if he thought to.”
“Yes,” Deracho admitted, “But the messenger also said it was a beautiful gryphon in addition to being talented. That could not have been your brother.”
“He looks the same as me.”
“He does not! His browns are less brown. His blacks are charcoal at best, if we’re being kind. His beak is a little crooked.”
“You’ve never actually met him, have you?” Thenca asked.
Deracho grinned. “Only by reputation: Thenca’s muddy-and-charcoal crooked-beak brother, Urious.”