Nevertheless, the music was breath-taking. A slow cadence built up to sombre-sounding highs and deep rumbling lows, and Handy was treated to a show of Gryphonic ballroom dancing. Some of the women unclasped the sides of their dresses and let the extra folds fall to the floor. It was then Handy felt the air get noticeably warmer and, just under the majestic sound of the stringed instruments, he could make out the unmistakable sound of rushing air. He couldn't figure out what was going on until he saw griffons take flight.