Gryphos
Auror
I quite like this little bit I just wrote.
Hunter pinched the bridge of her nose, battling with her better sense. Sense was a burden no one else would carry — not Fletcher, not Archer, definitely not Erwin. They discarded their sense onto the side of the road and Hunter could do nothing but reluctantly pocket it all for herself, until it became like an overbearing landlord, or maybe a stray dog that ends up being far too much trouble than it was worth to take in.
Hunter pinched the bridge of her nose, battling with her better sense. Sense was a burden no one else would carry — not Fletcher, not Archer, definitely not Erwin. They discarded their sense onto the side of the road and Hunter could do nothing but reluctantly pocket it all for herself, until it became like an overbearing landlord, or maybe a stray dog that ends up being far too much trouble than it was worth to take in.