"They gestured for Yvëtte to follow, leading a green and grey raptor of imposing stature to her side, a specimen clearly bred for a trolls frame.

“Ya can ride dis, pixie. Is Gonk. Her warriah died las’ nite.”

Yvëtte looked relatively serious as she nodded, meanwhile doing mental backflips of joy, loving the bumpy ride of a raptor."

Fragment from one of my BF's stories he writes to inspire me <3