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[thewestwind]

There is a breeze rustling the trees around the bar. Nothing alarming, just a soft summer breeze.

It's Sinric who suggests they go for a walk. Or at least get some air. He's been worried about Ganymede, about his pensive quiet.

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[the_cupbearer]

"Don't," Ganymede hisses, turning as Zephyrus steps half-past him. "Leave him alone," he says, grasping the edge of one wing close to Zephyrus' shoulder and pulling hard, nails biting into the impossibly thin membrane.

"You came here for me. You deal with me."

[thewestwind]

He slaps Ganymede back, hissing at the fine tears on his sensitive wings. "For that, you're both going to suffer."

Sinric's still gasping as Zephyrus grabs Ganymede by the throat. He wraps his arms around Ganymede, pinning as he takes to the air.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede doesn't go willingly, and fights against the pinning arms, kicking at Zephyrus and shouting as loudly as he can, though whether anyone will hear is another matter.

He's still worried over Sinric and his struggles get wilder the higher Zephyrus takes Ganymede; he has never liked being picked up, not since Zeus. He finally breaks free some fifteen feet off the ground and falls gracelessly back to the earth, turning Sinric over to make sure he's still breathing.

[thewestwind]

Sinric is still gasping , clawing as his throat for air.

Zephyrus swoops in again to grab Ganymede by the throat this time, returning to his form at the east wind to race the captive Ganymede into the mountains.