The creature's head was noble and intelligent, with eyes that held an awareness that went beyond animal instinct.
It watched them approach with calm patience, occasionally preening its feathers with a beak that could have easily crushed stone.
Mounted on its back was an elegant carriage, secured with harnesses woven from what looked like silver thread. The carriage itself was crafted from pale wood and decorated with intricate carvings.
Inside, plush seating and storage compartments provided comfort for the long journey ahead.
"The Swarafa are rare," Sigora explained, running her hand along the creature's side with obvious affection.
"Only the major clans maintain them, and even then, each clan might have only two or three. They're intelligent, loyal, and capable of flying for days without rest. This one is named Kaleth; he's carried me to the Council Grounds three times before."
Jorghan approached cautiously, extending his hand.
