I'd like to do a more fleshed out image of griffins in waterfalls. I like the sounds and images when I think of water falling onto wings. The rushing, thumping, overwhelming sound falling into a silence of sorts. The solitude and liveliness of being cold to the bone and damp in a small temporary cave, just waiting and watching, peering into the brilliant detailess light. Then that rush of energy unleashed after the silent build up, cutting through the sound and water, calling into the falls.
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