High above the city, two riders soar on the backs of their gryphons. One of the riders observed the city below. Pondering what the denizens of the city below were doing. He glanced up at the horizon and at the sprawling city that disappeared into the horizon. He felt his gryphon flap it’s mighty feathered wings, muscles moving beneath him. The gryphon gliding gently on warm updrafts of air. The wa...