One of the Gods of the griffins, Boreas, did Decree in a vision upon Gilda at her front porch: "Grizelda! Now is the time to fulfill your destiny and-"
"Get off the line! We're having a conversation here. I swear, he's worse that those door to door salesgriffs."
Boreas vaporized door, stepped in, and reconstitutes door without turning around. "We weren't done speaking."
Gilda gulpped, with all the fur on her back half standing up.
"I thought destiny was supposed to knock!"
"Knock knock." He knocked Gilda on the head.
Rota Fortuna as a silver griffon appeared for a moment and said, "I did. You told me to buzz off. Now you get Boreas. He's not as nice as I am."
Boreas said, "Behold, your mighty staff of office!" He handed her a cooking ladle.
"Well, that's a relief, I thought you were gonna say I was gonna be made queen or something."
"Are you kidding? By being the first griffin to produce something edible in centuries within Griffinstone, they'll be dragging you