(Aerin POV)

Aerin Silverfeather, a griffon living in the capital city of Gryphonia, was nearly finished assembling his latest work of craftsmanship. A meticulously peices together, and lavishly expensive silver and gold necklace, the necklace itself consisted of thin silver and gold wires, braided carefully without a single error. The pendant on the necklace was a work of art in and of itself, a jade and onyx assembly containing a rare and magical gem that could change its colour at the will of the wearers mood. This was not the type of stone you would find in a souvenir shop crafted by someone trying to catch an easy bit or two. This was the type of gem you would find in the chest piece of princess Celestia heself.

"Just... One... Last... Meld... YES!" Aerin giggled with glee as his pride and joy was now was finally completed. He had spent many months slaving for hours on end staring intently at this claws, all of which he had sharpened extensivly just so he could handle the delicate materials of his necklace. "Mom? Look!...?" Searching his mothers study he found his first viewer. he noticed she was asleep at her desk, on top of a mound of paperwork undoubtably from her work place. Not knowing what time it was, Aerin made his way to the closed curtains of his home, unsurprisingly, it was completely dark as it was in fact only two in the morning. His dad wouldn't be home for three hours, and his job doesn't begin until six A.M. pondering his options, he chooses by far the most appealing one, sleep. "I've needed this sleep more than... Umm..." Aerin never was good at wordplay, especially not when he was tired, "eh, screw it, I don't need to try at this right now..."

He could not wait until morning, the sun would glisten onto his masterpiece, but at the same time, his heart was racing, he almost could not bear it... The stress of what he needed to tell his parents would kill him... If only he could get away with it without telling them, he debates wether his night could be a bit more relaxing, he looked down into a box of things he keeps to calm himself down when times are tough. The box itself is rathe big, enough to fit a pony child into it, it's mostly stuff like scented candles, pictures of friends come and gone, baby photos, his baby clothes and some large Dia- wait no, he had to keep that last one hidden, privacy and whatnot... He cringes as he remembered the rash he got, he played it as an spontaneous allergic reaction. He didn't want to suffer that itch or that sting again.

Aerin plops down in his nest, he never could understand how the ponies could sleep on those weird rectangle cushions. He had the option to sleep on one during a school trip in his high school days and just like his classmates, he slept on the floor for six nights. Thankfully, those days were in the past, he wondered as he drifted of into sleep.

"Zzz... Mm Hmm..?" Aerin awakens into the new day to a most excellent smell.

bacon.

,his mother is an amazing cook, and she never wants to cook meat. She could make a casserole like nones business, she could market her casserole as an independent franchise and all the big guys would be all jealous and stuff. Despite Aerins requests though, she would not sell her recipe to a resturaunt. Not for a million bits to quote her directly. Aerin usualy has a little while to think about his day before breakfast, "guy reasons" he had put it when his mother once asked him. He doesn't let her pry beyond it for well, "guy reasons."

Aerin makes his way down stairs and sees his parents in the kitchen, his home only has two floors, downstairs has a kitchen and living room, upstairs has two bedrooms and a spare in which Aerin makes his jewelry. The living room was covered wall to wall with traditional artifacts from all over Gryphonia, his mother Lucia, wasn't as attached to the old ways as his father, his father Corven, who was reading the morning paper and smoking from a rather hefty pipe, on the other claw, was different, he won't let anyonone enter his home without bowing to him, to prove they mean no threat, "sigh... The country dropped that one three hundred and fifty years ago dad..." Aerin quietly muttered to himself, "morning." His father returns a sturdy nod.

"Good morning Aerin, how goes your progress?" His mother quite obviously infers about his as of recently completed necklace.

"Well," He shows his mother the pendant, "quite well, hehehe"

His fathers pipe nearly dropped out of his mouth "Aerin that looks... Amazing!" Corven rearanges himself in his seat to see it closer "you could very well buy a house with that little trinket" Get yourself a wife... Give us some grandkids finally...

Aerin shifts uncomfortably in his seat... Not at all prepared for what needed to be said... "Mom, D- Dad...." He slowly starts to speak "I need to tell you guys something..." He turns away breifly and looks them in the eye, "Mom, Dad, I'm leaving the nest."

Lucia almost immediatly started writing letters to all her girlfriends to tell them about the news and his father runs off for some un known reason, returning with a small box. "Now son, I need you to take this box, if you are going to start dating, you will need it," He hands Aerin the box

"... Dad this is a box of condoms..." Aerin looks at his parents, who are stifling laughs. "Thats not funny..." Convinced that his dad must be an idiot, Aerin proceeds to eat his bacon. He can't rememeber the last time he ate bacon, it's such a sought after commodity, it's tasty, it's chewy, it's crunchy. Also it's bacon, most of the time birthdays are like, get that griffon bacon, griffons love bacon.

"So Aerin... Umm.... Where do you plan on going?" His mother offers over a destination, " I Hear the eastern coasts are nice this time of year" and I here the fish there is-

"Nonsense!" His father interjects "the boy needs to get a job, a nice well paying job, he's young!" Aerin shrivels away from the blatant disregard of his request, and lowers his head.

Author's Note

GASP!? a hiatus?! The nerve of me

Chapter three up and running,

Don't be too mean