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Posted on August 10, 2015 at 00:43:49 AM by William


I really don't think we should be doing this he gulps, his adams apple bobbling nervously for a second. He can hear Bertie's mental sigh, a sign she is reaching the end of her very limited patience. Whoever said patience is a virtue did not want to meet the little Kestrel, who had none of it, and preferred to dive into things head first. Let's see. You want a job, you want to meet people, and you want to be involved. All of these things require going outside of your comfort zone. And the castle has jobs, people, and is probably more happening than the grassland paths and woods you so often frequent. You're going. If I have to drag you.

William laughed a little at the mental image of the tiny falcon gripping his hair and dragging him across the ground. It was implausible that it could happen, given the difference in size and weight, but he did not point this out to her. Pricking her pride had not yet brought him anything better than scratches and harsh words. While he doubted the wisdom of her words, he did remind himself the castle was not off limits to common folk, though it felt imposing in its grandness. He reminds himself he will probably not meet royalty and all he wants is a job, of which there are plenty in a large place. Gardening, farming, working with animals... he had done all of these things in the past, but usually on a limited term basis, moving from job to job as the season or availability changed. It would be nice to receive a more steady place of employment and sense of community.

William heads towards the gardens first. Wandering among rare specimens of Earth and Shaman flowers he looks for the head gardener. He finds the man trimmming a hedge that looks like a rearing horse, except its bottom half is swallowed in green waves. A hippocampus, he realizes, seeing the hedges in this corner had an ocean theme, noting a sea god with a trident. Was it a Shaman god or just a decoration from Earth, a rendition of a Greek or Roman god? He wondered. "Um, excuse me, I don't suppose you have a job? I'm good with plants, and a fast learner." He adds the last part because he realizes the plants they grew on Earth did not compare. Most of his experience was with the vegetable garden that provided food, and the crops that had been their livelihood, not decorative set ups. But the gardener did not let him continue, indicating he already had as much help as he could use and only shrugged about other opportunities that might be available. He obviously did not keep track of events or ongoings so was useless as an information source. William thanked him anyways and moved on, slightly disappointed.

Bertie was having none of it. Well, what did you expect? You cannot expect everyone will need help. And you aren't allowed to get discouraged because of asking. All you can do is ask, and the worst they can do is say no.

So the worst is already happened? How is that supposed to comfort me? William interrupts.

Don't be snide. One person said no. You keep going, she chided, irritation creeping back into her voice, where she had been trying to be encouraging before.

So William continues walking, towards the Mews this time. Perhpas he will meet someone who will give him the information he needs. Bertie looks away from him, choosing to glare at those around rather than continue a conversation with her somewhat aggravating fairy friend.


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