When the griffon tried to latch onto her muzzle, the Ambia withdrew her nose away. She couldn't afford to have the baby grab onto her, because then she wouldn't be able to warm her up. Not only that, but she would be hindered by the baby hanging from her nose.
Pushing herself away, however, sent the baby into a crying fit. When she realized that she couldn't latch onto the comfortable hot air and whatever was making it, the griffon screeched an ear-splitting sound that made the Paragon wince. High-pitched and loud, the cry could most likely break glass all on its own. While the baby didn't struggle to try to grab the muzzle anymore, she pawed blindly at her new caretaker, screeching out with sadness and displeasure.
"Ah, no, stop! Stop crying!" the Ambia hissed, narrowing her eyes from that high-pitched cry. Her ears were already ringing, and she could barely hear herself talk over the hatchling. Words failed to calm the baby down, and quite suddenly, the Ambia found herself with a hysteric baby that just wouldn't take no for an answer. Then again, what was she supposed to expect from a newborn? She didn't even know how old this griffon was, but she was probably just a few days old, at the very most. "It's all right, it's all right! See?" The last word was obsolete to the baby, but she probably hadn't gotten the reference regardless. As she said that, the Paragon quickly focused and blowed some more hot air to the screeching griffon, and fortunately for the both of them, it seemed to be enough to please the baby again.
The Ambia let out a sigh as the baby calmed back down, this time letting her try to reach out for the muzzle. It was a little awkward, but with the baby stretching her arms and grabbing onto her nose, this gave the Paragon a chance to dry off her arms and belly. Before long, the Ambia found herself with a baby griffon that was crawling all over her, trying out different places and positions to see just where the hot air would blow next time. Goodness, that baby was a handful already.
Pushing herself away, however, sent the baby into a crying fit. When she realized that she couldn't latch onto the comfortable hot air and whatever was making it, the griffon screeched an ear-splitting sound that made the Paragon wince. High-pitched and loud, the cry could most likely break glass all on its own. While the baby didn't struggle to try to grab the muzzle anymore, she pawed blindly at her new caretaker, screeching out with sadness and displeasure.
"Ah, no, stop! Stop crying!" the Ambia hissed, narrowing her eyes from that high-pitched cry. Her ears were already ringing, and she could barely hear herself talk over the hatchling. Words failed to calm the baby down, and quite suddenly, the Ambia found herself with a hysteric baby that just wouldn't take no for an answer. Then again, what was she supposed to expect from a newborn? She didn't even know how old this griffon was, but she was probably just a few days old, at the very most. "It's all right, it's all right! See?" The last word was obsolete to the baby, but she probably hadn't gotten the reference regardless. As she said that, the Paragon quickly focused and blowed some more hot air to the screeching griffon, and fortunately for the both of them, it seemed to be enough to please the baby again.
The Ambia let out a sigh as the baby calmed back down, this time letting her try to reach out for the muzzle. It was a little awkward, but with the baby stretching her arms and grabbing onto her nose, this gave the Paragon a chance to dry off her arms and belly. Before long, the Ambia found herself with a baby griffon that was crawling all over her, trying out different places and positions to see just where the hot air would blow next time. Goodness, that baby was a handful already.