​Perspective of a Hippogriff

By Laszlo Hermann-Gwilliam
 
Slowly he walked forward, then he bowed a few feet away from me.  I felt a burst of pride.  I bowed, then he came close and I felt his warm palm as he patted my beak.  Then he was hoisted up to my back, I began to flap my wings and galloping, soon we were in the air.