The remainder of our week long journey was a quiet one, without much disruption or surprise, until that is, we reached the corridor of the lands beyond the Hadrian Mountains, the Broken Gate Pass and the centuries old fortress that guards it.
"Bellerophon?!" I called out in both surprise and joy, to the ashen beast lazily laying upon the ramparts of the southern sentinel, causing it's feline eyes to sharply open, before it then leapt upon me with an excitedly playful spirit, it's now massive wings fully spread, as it tackled me to the floor and started smothering me in a wave of eager rubs and purrs, grappling me with an intensity that portrayed both his gratified pleasure and pining resentment, after my many long absences.
A furry strangulation I was only saved from, when Cyrus called out to the clingy Chimera King a moment later, his well worn eyes brightening after days without rest in the unforgiving desert, with his voice ladened with the tired proof of this ordeal "Bell!"
