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[color=darkgoldenrod][i]On cue...[/i]

"Ahhh, but if I feed it I can keep it. There was this raven back home, I would save him a little bread every afternoon..."[/color] The northern woman lazily tilted her hand to the 'animal', offering the remainder of the pastry with a friendly smile. She already had breakfast, the snack had been bait for one of her friends as much anything else. Her lilting, accented cadence resumed; [color=darkgoldenrod]"Greediest bird you ever met, but he followed me south until it started to become warm. Who knows? Maybe he will visit me again when I get back."[/color]

Tristram was behind her but she didn't really bother to try and face him. She [i]couldn't[/i], after all, there wasn't a face to [i]see[/i]. If he wanted to be seen there would be, now wouldn't there? He was fine behind her. Someone else might have wondered if he hadn't slept well but the truth was that he was just... like that. Abrasive. The other person trying to talk to her, though... She pivoted a little to put him more towards the center of her vision and smiled a friendly greeting. This one was about the age of one of her siblings. And about as excitable. Not that she had spoken very much with him, but it was easy to see. She winced a little at the scene playing out by the job board and elected to offer the huge ([color=darkgoldenrod]seriously, how?[/color]) Hundi a reassuring pat on the back. The girl wasn't [i]wrong[/i], but she could have been much kinder. He was clearly very young. Youth made for mistakes. It was the natural order of things, there was no need to be quite so rude over so little harm done.

Positive reinforcement was a better teacher than shouting, every time.

[color=darkgoldenrod]"I think that was what Cassie came to talk to me about, Mr. Reinhart. Maybe Tristram, too, come to that. Was it, Tristram?"[/color] She inquired, but persevered without really waiting for a response. [color=darkgoldenrod]"I must confess I haven't had a chance to see the board yet, but it sounds like she could use the work. And I could use something to do."[/color]