Time to work out those wings. As he entered the creature habitat, Cutty recalled from the last time he'd bathed Phlegon that his reaction to the hot air charm was probably instinctual and that without a mother he would also have to be Phlegon's flight instructor. He could do that. There was nothing anywhere that said wizards couldn't be fantastic mother griffins and even if there were, Cutty wouldn't pay it much mind outside of how much he'd have to lose or gain by following or disregarding it.

He knew by this time where Phlegon liked to sleep, but this knowledge did not stop him from calling for his babyboy. He wanted to have him well-trained to come when called. It would prove too useful, he thought. So call to him he did, "Phleeeegon?"

The griffin was drinking from his water dish and came with a bouncy, little kid-like jaunt to the outside of the stables where the two could see one another. Cutty's buggy eyes locked on the baby, who had grown a bit. His magical silver sword was out and he aimed it straight at Phlegz. "Siccus Aerous."

Phlegon spread his wings and let the gust hit him for the duration of the spell. Cutty recharged it and casted again. "Siccus Aerous." This time he took a step closer and let the strength of the gust hit more directly. He wanted to see his babyboy flap.

And then it happened and Cutty smiled at the little creature.