[And horns, too! ...though that was perhaps a generous word for those bone-white stubby things sticking out of her hair.
Kaede takes the opportunity to grab the reins the griffon tugged out of her hands; the creature stops its dance and butts its head against her chest, warbling gleefully. The diclonius sighs, like a long-suffering parent, and scratches the griffon's feathery ears without a second thought.]
Sachiko's mine, yes. I pulled her out of a burnt nest months ago.
[The apparent model for the griffon's doglike behavior trots up to Kaede's side—an actual dog, though no taller than the admittedly short girl's knee. He had floppy ears and a rather ambitiously large stick in his mouth, and wagged his curled tail excitedly when he saw a new person. Hello New Person!]
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Kaede takes the opportunity to grab the reins the griffon tugged out of her hands; the creature stops its dance and butts its head against her chest, warbling gleefully. The diclonius sighs, like a long-suffering parent, and scratches the griffon's feathery ears without a second thought.]
Sachiko's mine, yes. I pulled her out of a burnt nest months ago.
[The apparent model for the griffon's doglike behavior trots up to Kaede's side—an actual dog, though no taller than the admittedly short girl's knee. He had floppy ears and a rather ambitiously large stick in his mouth, and wagged his curled tail excitedly when he saw a new person. Hello New Person!]