Sebastian had been infatuated with hippogriffs for a while; they were regal creatures, utterly beautiful.

So, when he learned that you had rescued and flew one around the valleys around the castle, he immediately wanted in.

After days of constant excited pestering, you had relented.

It was a particularly beautiful day, mid-spring, the sun shining over the black lake and heating the ground. The grass flickered as a gentle breeze whipped past, and flowers decorated the dew-damp ground like freckles.

Your hippogriff bowered it’s head as you approached, allowing you to pet it. Sebastian bowed back, making sure to show the creature the utmost respect.

“Incredible…” he whispered, gently reaching out a hand to pet the white feathers of the hippogriff. Sebastian looked towards you, “will it let us fly it?”