@"Fae"
The downpour of rain was something Abbadon could do without at three in the morning. All night it had been raining, and he was already sopping wet as he reached the front porch of the large, gothic style house when a sudden gust of wind soaked him even more. Great... the gryphon thought, shaking the water out of his feathers as he walked towards the large wooden door. At least the porch was covered by a large awning. When he first got off the ship a couple weeks ago, he was told that the weather was beautiful this time of year. Abbadon, as he was right now, was beginning to refute those words. With a sigh, he pulled his satchel out from under his wing, rummaging through it for a moment before producing a page he had torn out of a phone book. He had his talon on one specific name and address:
Whitefeather, Vivienne ............ 3901 Concord Ave.
He looked up from the page and studied the numbers on the plaque to the right of the giant door in front of him. This is definitely the place... he thought. Stuffing the page back in the open satchel, the gryphon took a deep breath and reached out to ring the doorbell. What is she like..? Is she mom all over again.....? he pondered as the loud ding, dong! echoed through the house inside.
The downpour of rain was something Abbadon could do without at three in the morning. All night it had been raining, and he was already sopping wet as he reached the front porch of the large, gothic style house when a sudden gust of wind soaked him even more. Great... the gryphon thought, shaking the water out of his feathers as he walked towards the large wooden door. At least the porch was covered by a large awning. When he first got off the ship a couple weeks ago, he was told that the weather was beautiful this time of year. Abbadon, as he was right now, was beginning to refute those words. With a sigh, he pulled his satchel out from under his wing, rummaging through it for a moment before producing a page he had torn out of a phone book. He had his talon on one specific name and address:
Whitefeather, Vivienne ............ 3901 Concord Ave.
He looked up from the page and studied the numbers on the plaque to the right of the giant door in front of him. This is definitely the place... he thought. Stuffing the page back in the open satchel, the gryphon took a deep breath and reached out to ring the doorbell. What is she like..? Is she mom all over again.....? he pondered as the loud ding, dong! echoed through the house inside.