That's great to hear.
I've tried to portray them (well, Gryl and Krol) as characters in their own right rather than just creature adjuncts so your comment is a delightful affirmation. Thank you indeed.
Hmm! The reason for the griffins turning up is never really answered - probably a mix of any, or even all, of your ideas I guess.
And yes, they surely do need a lot more understanding of what's been happening.
Yes, out of confusion, uncertainty and tribulation shines a friendly welcome, and hopefully some enlightenment.
Yep! - next week, though it's been a pesky chapter, with five or six revisions so far and another major one I'm still wrestling with. lol - posting before a story is complete dooms one to complications.
I'd call it a consolidation chapter really. There's a kind of clash because the story is being written with the long view of a novel but it's being presented with serial postings.
Chapter 22.
"We’ll start a fire here and cook some fish, Kieran. We’ve been travelling ever since we woke up and it's time for a longer break. We can dry our clothes out too."
The five companions, clothes completely drenched, were standing by the horses and watching the rear contingent of panthers make their way through the shallower edge-water and up the gently sloping bank of the biggest and deepest river they'd had to cross so far.
It’s crystal-clear water was hardly moving and, b
Whoo! 'May not' would be the king of all understatements - Rhys is convinced that all five of them couldn't even control one paw, let alone the rest of the panther. 😟
Yes, with five metre griffins and fantastic friendly felines, they're definitely not in the human world they left.
Hmm! You are sure presenting lots of interesting and thoughtful ideas, Geoffrey. This 'old man, whom we haven't even met yet, seems to be increasingly significant to our esteemed readers.
Yes, Dead World is a far cry from the abundant life and other wonders in store.
The 'old man' certainly has a powerfully positive place in the minds of the griffins and panthers. Let's hope it's as straightforward as that with the friends.
Chapter 21.
For four hours, according to Tan’s watch, they'd followed the gentle downward trail through stands of trees and frequent grassy clearings and now they were walking round to loosen up their aching muscles. Every hour they’d had one of these short breaks because Woorawa insisted it was the best way to cover long distances. No one disagreed. He’d called for this one a little early because the trail had just dipped steeply and off to the right was the distinctive rush of a waterfall.
This dog person regards this comment with appropriate bewilderment. (lol while happily accepting the exuberant hyperbole!)
Hmm - no Macavity - but somewhere or other a cat called Cheshire gets a reference.