[ Tuftytoes. she can't help her laughter at that even though the others are equally adorable, and it resounds a bit louder than she's meant for it to, which makes her instinctively press her fingers over her lips until she can speak again. ]

It does sound a bit more welcoming than anything I might've imagined. What is it like, riding a griffon?

Is it anything like ice skating, you think? Gliding to feel free but never quite fully in control?