The music starts and the feathers stretch and shiver. A silhouette plays across the vast area of earth; it's a cool and ominous thing. A miraculous creature takes to the air; its pattern speaks of loneliness and desire. As the melody plays he dips between the mountains and trees, seeking a companion among the barren land.
The music is the only sound, a compelling hum of wind, a kiss of twittering bird, and the solid rhythmic pounding within the gryphon's chest. A murmur of doubt whispers through his presence. Could he be the only one?
Silence shelters fear as a dark but calming shadow encases his form. He drifts to his side to see above and feels his chest flutter. The dance comes next. An elegant thing. A private thing. The seduction ensues, and the onlooker's eyes fall away shyly.
They must dance unseen.