Call Me MacGyver

Griff's chest would swell just slightly as Jupiter turned to gaze at him. The bird had pride in himself but tended to be much more modest than his Abraxas counterpart. Ashiel grinned. He was pleased to find Jupiter so receptive to his beliefs. Normally espousing one's beliefs lead straight to conflict, it was nice to be listened to now and again. "I'm sure you have some very interesting ancestors yourself Jupiter. It's said there were other gods that fell with the fallen god. Your pelt is so stunning, surely you'd be descended from some ancient and powerful force?" He didn't know if that was true or not and after learning that Iskra, at least according to Leto, was a mortal with a stunning pelt but not a spirit or descendent of the gods herself made it that much more difficult to tell. "I'm certain you'd be able to follow the ways of the fallen god if you so wished. I don't see why you couldn't ask for his blessing."

"Talk"