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Learning is a Gift
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Posted on August 12, 2015 at 08:06:25 AM by William

William blushed, color rising on his already ruddy English cheeks. He had not meant to be overheard. Bertie spoke up first, not at all miffed by the situation. "We're fine. Just trying to find a job. First day looking around the castle too." She cocks her head to the side, intrigued in the surroundings. William frowned a bit. We? He would have to do the work, as he doubted Kestrels were much use at anything beyond catching small prey and stirring up trouble. "I-I'm sure that your company would be much appreciated," William stuttered, shooting Bertie a prayerful gaze, "And I would love to accompany you for a walk" he finishes, politely. He does wish she had come upon him while he was not being turned away. It was rather embarassing. The girl looks stiff and bruised, and he wonders if perhaps she is in a bad situation, but does not want to bring up a painful topic, or say something to make her run away. Her company was bound to be far more pleasant than his sarcastic familiar's. Bertie rolled her eyes, already forseeing an overly polite and formal conversation in which they talked about the weather. William could feel her ire. She seemed to have a particular hatred for polite and orderly. But often, with his ordinary looks, and background on Earth, he did not know how else to procede, particularly with young women.

He starts walking, slowly, not really sure which way to go, gesturing that she should lead and he would follow. "She is right. I'm just looking for a job. Not that I don't have work," he continued hastily, not wanting her to think him a bum, "but something more steady then rotating field work and animal care for merchants and local farms would be appreciated." He is not sure what else to add to the conversation. "So, did someone hit you?" Bertie said, eyeing the bruises on the arm. She is not very subtle. William wonders what rock in his soul she crawled out from behind. "Bertie! That's rude!" he chastises.

William is not sure what to say about the ill fortune of his endeavors so far. And he is struggling to find a topic to move onto, and away from Bertie's ill timed comments. Bertie is busy rolling her eyes and still staring. He would apologize for his familiar, but he settles on shaking his head in annoyance instead. It is becoming an all too frequent case, where she says out loud what he is thinking in his head, even as he knows it is too impolite to even ask. He clasps his hands behind his back, possibly to keep them from reaching up and wringing the little falcon's neck, and hopes Gaiane does not think the pair of them too obnoxious. "I'm William" he states, resignedly. He dares a glance at her face, trying to gage how much of a faux pas they have committed.

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once a dream did weave a shade - By Gaiane August 13, 2015 at 00:29:41 AM
- Even if the teacher is Pain - By William August 13, 2015 at 08:55:49 AM

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