Ogain soared through the sky, his wings slicing the air with effortless grace. Every time Calisa came close to catching up or attempting to direct him, the griffin twisted mid-air and shot higher, vanishing into the sunlit haze, his sheer black feathers the only thing betraying his presence. For a dragon, that would be easy to catch him but for a hawk, there was no way.
Ren exhaled a long breath of relief. Beside her, Gloria clapped her hands and cheered for Ogain.
Ren glanced at the stern girl standing to her left. Nudging her gently, she offered a warm smile. "Don't be like that! Look at him, Ogain has a great tutor. Calisa's the best at the military academy, and still, my griffin's flying circles around him."
But her words did little to shift Arkilla's mood. Her gaze was fixed on Org, who stood at a distance, silent and withdrawn.
"You did it because of him," Arkilla muttered, her voice laced with resentment. Not toward Ren but toward herself.
