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"Oh, now, girls! It's not very ladylike to bicker! Tut-tut!" It could hardly be called a scolding, the way Twist had grinned happily back and forth between his girls. Arguing meant they were quick witted and sharp, didn't it? The minder sure liked to think so!

Song gave her eyes a good roll, though inwardly she seethed at Twist's fawning attention on the younger fledgling. Not to be had, the Ghost nestled herself close to the minder and glared unblinkingly back at her clutch-mate. Two could play this game!

"I'll have to find you both a teacher, my-my! This'll be a task, if any." Twist swiveled his head upwards in thought, "Perhaps I should get you two the same teacher, how's that sound?"

"Like'a load o' Mus droppins!"

"Song!" The minder's attentions sprang suddenly on the Ghost. She shied away, though deeper against his belly; her tufts her lowered, abashed.

"M'jus' sayin'...mebbe- uhm, mebbe Miss Peridot kin teach me, ya?" She tested the waters carefully, trying to con the Wildtype with her prettiest smile. He relented somewhat.

"Tell you what, I'll speak with her. But first, we'll have to find a teacher for the both of you - just in case!" he added.

Song gaped her beak back at Osprey and was about to hiss when Twist chose to speak once more.

"Oh, that'd be splendid! You two off to class together, the most pretty pair in all of Noctua!" The Wildtype was positively beside himself with glee, wings scooping round his two charges. The thought of Lady Peridot teaching his two gals the ways of etiquette (and the extra plus of her being a bard, how exciting!) was like a dream come true.

The Ghost snapped her beak shut; the feathers on her brow dimpled, "Bu'...bu'...." She trailed off and glared sullenly at her Minder's talons. Well, bugger all this for a lark! She'd get Ossie back if it was the last thing she did!

"Coul' nev'r learn mann'rs," she grumped at the Mist. "Got 'bout much grace as'a rock."

Twist spoke to the air, "Well, then, suppose I'll set up a meeting with the Madame, get this all sorted out...."

Twist's face fell, dreams of raising two ladies going down with it, "Breeze? Oh, darling, wouldn't she be...well, a little too hard on you?"

Song, on the other hand, scoffed. There wasn't much to be said on the subject, however, considering the only thing she really knew of the Teacher was the fact that she was a Ghost like herself - oh well, so was Miss Peridot! The fledgling shifted her wings back and forth matter-of-fact-ly and gave a petulant, holier-than-thou sniff.

"Youuuu wish!" she finally said. It was just about the best she could come up with at the moment. "Bet'chu she cain't teach you smarts! I feel ba' fo' Miss Breeze, havin' to have ya as a studen'."

The Minder gave her a firm n**. Song shuffled away with a cheep.

Ossie's reassurance still did not wipe the worry from Twist's brow. Well, if she was already acquainted with the Teacher then he supposed that was a plus. Fledglings were obstinate little things - he had a feeling that if he told his little darling no, she'd still do it. Not that he would say no, of course...watching the Mist's face fall so was not something he could cope with. He gave a quiet coo, nestling Ossie against his side. Wasn't much he could do now, was there?

"Oh, well, then I suppose," he finally relinquished. "You sure you don't want to learn sing and perform and all of that?" He could try, at least.

Song fluffed up in defense, "Yeh, well! Weeeell!" She paused and wracked her brains for something sassy!

"M'gonna tell Miss Peridot t'make a song 'bout...'bout dumb lil Mists name' Ossie and, and...and then she'll sing it fer eve'yone t'hear! N' even Noctus'll laugh!"

Song responded in kind, bristling into a little puff of pale gray feathers. Her wings twitched at her sides and she raised them for but a moment before tucking them away again.

"Yeh, or th'm bards'll sing 'bout what'n awful Scout y'be!" she retorted, voice raising. "N' y'be a tale fer all th'rest of th'new fledglings! Ossie, Ossie cain't hardly fly, all she doe' is fall from th'sky!"

Twist was, quite honestly, off in his own little world. Well, that was until he heard the word 'Scout' said by a very familiar little voice....

"Scout!" His tufts leapt upwards. The fight culminating between his two fledglings went unnoticed, as per usual, though he unconsciously jostled them at his sides. "Darling...oh, dear, you want to be a Scout?"

Twist was somewhat taken aback. He managed - much to his good graces - to seize a look that would soften the surprise that flowered across his face. If Ossie were that pertinacious, then why not be a Scout? Well, he snapped at himself. Because she's precious and little and sweet. He stared at her for a while more, worry with a dash of pride.

"'Course i'ssa problem. Y'en't strong 'nuff, duh!"

Twist blinked and bopped Song lightly; she nibbled at his wing feathers.

"Of course you can, Osprey. I can't tell you what not to be, can I?" He smiled gently and nibbled her tufts, "But, boy, you will have me losing feathers with worry!"