Wingman [Harvel]

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryphon sat in one of the trees by the lake, surrounded by a number of birds and he smiled. He smiled at the fact he was in the outdoors, where he could clear his head of anything and everything, he smiled because he was around all those birds and he was finally catching onto their language properly, without being accidentally offensive or sharp. He also understood the stereotypical avian behaviours, such as the fact that geese were generally pretty bitchy and selfish, whereas the smaller birds, like the ones around him now, were more understanding and willing to lend a hand. He was having a short back and forth conversation with one of them about passers-by and the weather and each other's cultures. It was all very interesting and intriguing, and Gryphon was just adding it to the list of things he needed to do when he was having a bad day, along with meeting up with Maddie to do something and possibly going flying. Because flying always made him relax, and there was something about that little blonde girl that never failed to cheer him up.

Occasionally, another bird might chip in. One that didn't know of Gryph, perhaps, that asked how he could communicate with them and what he was doing there. Some of them were still pretty wary of him, and watched him carefully as he lay on the branches and watched the world go by, but seeing as he wasn't off immediate danger, they did nothing more than silently watch and hope he wouldn't do anything sketchy.

He recognized the occasional person, from Hammel, from around town and such, and he even recognized the occasional bird that flew past, which made him smile. He was letting things go as they did, because that was the best way to go. Worrying made things stressful, and he didn't have the emotional capacity to involve stress right now.

[Harvel Calais]

"Maybe later, Anias, I'm busy right now."

A series of chirps sounded in answer as Anias hopped her way across Harvel's desk and decided to make a show of sitting in the middle of a stack of as yet to be graded papers. More or less used to her antics, Harvel slipped the next paper in the stack out from under her and continued working.  

Again came the chirping, louder this time and, realizing that she was still being ignored, she took flight, zipping by his head, the tips of one of her wings brushing his ear as she went.


"Stop that!" Harvel swatted at the air halfheartedly, not aiming for Anias so much as trying to let her know that he wasn't in the mood for one of her games. There was simply too much to do. Whenever one stack of papers was graded, another seemed to miraculously appear in its place, ready to be looked over and marked. Harvel sighed as he looked at the papers that had yet to be graded. This was turning out to be some day off. 

"Open the window. Get some fresh air. Let me out of here. I can find us a friend. You need a friend." Her words came in rushed chirps as she lit on the edge of Harvel's desk. 

"Yes, yes, fine. Go find a friend." Harvel moved to the window and slid it open. He was hoping for a distraction, one for Anais, mind you, not himself. She had a habit of losing herself to whim and whimsy and, with luck, she'd find a friend of her own out in the yard and leave him in peace to finish his grading. What he didn't count on was her determination.

She was worried. It'd been days since he'd gone out. Really gone out. She didn't happen to think that hiding in a corner of the library absorbed in books counted as going out. No, going out was trees and fresh air,  wind in your feathers (or hair if you were a human), and friends to chatter with. Friends! Perfect! That settled it, if she couldn't get Harvel to leave his office by herself, she'd just have to find a friend or two to help her encourage him! 

Hopping from the edge of the desk to the windowsill, Anais let the breeze catch her, little chips of joy spilling from her beak as she darted toward the lake, where she could hear the telltale sign of birdsong. "Friends! Friends!" she chirped as she neared a stand of trees. "Friends. I need your help."

[Gryphon Matsuoka]

Gryphon was a very social person. Liked being around people, meeting people, having people help him, working with others etcetera. He did, like everyone else, like to have moments to himself to think, but if he didn't mind being interrupted, he wouldn't sit in public, where someone could see him and approach him. He saw people everyday and was glad of that. Of course, with graduation soon, he was worried that socialization wouldn't come as easily, other than parties with alcohol and drugs and... okay, he wasn't a real softie when it came to those things - he had been drunk in the past, and would be again in the future - but it wasn't a hobby of his, like it was for other people. He went for the socialization, not the escape from reality.

Anyway.

The winged boy heard the loud chirps of a sparrow approach and looked at the small number of winged creatures around him with curiosity, before pulling a nearby branch back and peering outside, wondering why the bird was calling out. He hoped it was nothing serious - "[What do you need?]" Gryph's own bird voice, that chirped similarly to her's, was distinguishable from an actual bird's. It was like an Englishman speaking German, for example, in as close to a German accent as they could deem - it would be obviously not quite right, but it was close enough. And the chirps were right. He just wanted to help, if he could.