<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Asher stared at the woman with large brown eyes that seemed to stare into the very depths of the soul. They were full and wise from years of simply being alive. Sniffing at her hand he lifted his head and sniffed at her hair before brushing at her cheek with his nose. It was a simple way of him stating he didn't care what she was as long as she didn't mean any harm to him. The prince smiled slightly at the interaction, "There is a place to stable your feathered friend."<br/>
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He held he hand out palm up and removed his foot from the left stirrup, "I'm sure you know how to mount up behind," He waited for her to take his hand so he could give her something to grasp as she swung up behind him. Riding horses and riding gryphons weren't too dissimilar that some of the tactics could be carried over with ease, "I will take you to my camp to get cleaned up and fed before we head out to the gathering. And don't mistake my words, feather, I'm not attempting to insult your sensibilities by saying what I have said. I do find your sort interesting. I am also ashamed you were called a bitch by people who traveled with me. To call a woman that is a insult that can't be taken lightly."<br/>
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Once she was behind him he nudged the horse forward. Asher moved gracefully forward into the city. They traveled for a few minutes before the sight of the palace came into view. Their kind didn't tend to care for large structures made from stone as you couldn't travel with it. Large silk and linen drapes were hung from the arches baring the seals of the various sons and the Queen each displayed on their own background and hanging. He rode his horse up the stairs before pulling to a stop, "By claiming you as someone of interest I get to avoid being badgered by my brothers to find a wife. You should call for your gryphon he will be stabled with my herd for while you stay."<br/>
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He removed his foot from the stirrup once more and held his hand out to help her down. Once they passed through the main gates they would find not much of a castle but what looked like a series of large encampments at their center was the only stone building in the place it was clear it was the Queen's home. People greeted the prince with jovial waves and shouts of his name. He returned their greetings before dismounting and leading his mount over to the corrals that had his herd. His people were quick when it came to setting up camp. His yurt was already up. A black banner with a white horse stamping on a snake flapped lazily in the wind near the left of the doorway, "If you need something speak up. We don't bite much."</span>