Since I didn't want to be a meat pancake, I jumped off the griffin's back, and not a moment too late. It was much nimbler on the ground than in the air, and I couldn't entirely dodge the heavy slap of its wings. The mass of feathers, bone and muscle hit me hard enough to make breath leave my lungs, but my malleable body absorbed the impact. A hit that could've fractured a bone and left only an ache that wasn't worth keeping track of.
I landed from my jump just a step away from the edge of the cliff with a grin on my lips. The griffin was back on its feet again in moments, but I didn't feel that bad about losing my grip on its back. No, not when I had a thick line of web running from lips, the other end of which was firmly stuck to the griffin's fur and feathers.
