The male griffons had their own variety of costumes, clothes, and high class robes of course, but their finery was nothing to the splendour of the dresses their womenfolk wore. The long tresses and folds fell beneath them as they soared up on powerful wingbeats. There they hung above the dance floor while other griffons took their places alongside one another on the ground. Handy realized the sound of rushing air was the noise of hot air being pumped up through the columns surrounding the dancefloor, through pipes cleverly concealed in the various sconces and Gryphonic statues that clung to them. The resultant updraft made the act of staying in the air for prolonged periods without the aid of natural wind or flapping one's wings much easier.