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"Evening to you as well." Coming out hadn't been a mistake, Tempest wouldn't be disliked by all. The Minder noticed Tempest bobing his head in hello to the strange male, but he said nothing in response. She'd have to work on his people skills. Maybe watching the bards would be a good thing, but the idea of having him away from her still worried Citrine greatly.

"Why thank you Starling." Citrine took her pick out of the bag with delight. This was turning into a splendid affair.

Upon Runewing's landing Tempest turned to watch the mystic, his large eyes tracing her movements as if he were studying her. Who're you? "Mama?"

The minder could feel the change in atmosphere and turned at Rune's voice and Tempest's calling. "This is Tempest, Mystic. And yes, I am his Minder."

Mag was absent-minded for a while, the bard's trouble were a bit annoying to watch, so many tried to help, and so little actually knew what were they doing! There was already enough sentinels there, trying to go to help would be too much. So she let her mind rest a bit, just listening to the sounds, not analysing what's happening... Till she heard the last question.
"...is someone lost?" She eyed the sentinels talking a bit further, wondering what happened. If it was a lost fledgeling, it might mean trouble... Hopefully it's not.

She opened her wings, and flew closer, so she won't have to shout while introducing herself. "My name is Magheera, sweetie, but most call me Mag. It is a pleasure to meet you." She moved her head a bit, and asked. "...are you in need for a crafter..? I happen to be one."

"That's wonderful to hear, boy!" Mag smiled and nodded. Yes, strong will is a true blessing. It's good for the young one to have it, as long as there's a proper teachher, ofcourse.
"And you want to become a crafter, yes?"

Thorn beamed under the crafter's approval. "Oh, yes! One day I hope to be able to work with the rarer metals, and make those spirally things I see older Sentinels wearing." He fluffed himself at the thought of the fire coursing through his mind every time he used his Will to manipulate a piece of metal.

Toulsed exhaled slowly as she discovered that the fledgling had not noticed her stealthy sortie, and wove her way back to watch Birch from a different direction. Crowds were so easy to hide in, and yet so stressful and difficult to be in. She couldn't help but feel that, no matter how uninteresting and small she tried to make herself look, someone was inevitably noticing (and probably commenting on) her plumage behind her back.

All she wanted was to watch the performances, really. See, this was exactly why she could never have made it as a bard: if she got this nervous when merely being spoken to - merely being looked at by sentinels that she didn't know, how could she ever have dreamt of standing on a stage?

Oh, that's right... "Tuft," she muttered, only loud enough so that the bright parus on her head would hear, "What do you think you are doing?"

Tuft left his unsteady perch and landed ligthly on a small twig next to her, that bowed under his weight. He studied her with bright little eyes and tilted his head to the side.

"Have fun, ya? Talk, sing, have fun." He nodded encouragingly at the ruffled sentinel. "Tousled too!"

"I am having fun!" she hissed. "I just want to watch the bards, okay? Stop trying to get people to talk to me!"

Tuft chirped at her in a way that did not feel obedient at all, and then made a quick, smattering sound. "We see," he said, "Tousled go par-tee, Tousled have fun. We see."

She sent him another angry glare, that he completely ignored, and turned back to watch Birch perform.

Birch studied the new arrivals as the crowd around him grew. I should hit myself in the head more often, he mused.

Come catch him when he falls
Come catch him when he falls
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Come catch him when he falls

Birch nearly lost track of Tousled as the other crafter arrived, but the bright Parus bobbing on her head betrayed her location and when he saw that she stayed nearby he relaxed and continued singing.

The fledgling didn’t fall
The fledgling didn’t fall
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
The fledgling didn’t fall

There were lots of fledgelings around tonight, and some of them were roaming more freely than usual as the minders and parents relaxed

Wherever will he land?
Wherever will he land?
Hey! Ho! Watch him go
Wherever will he land?

The youngster, Thorn, seemed to have found another crafter to fawn over. Birch tried to remember if he had seen her before, but from the conversation he learned that she made jewellery. Perhaps not one that crafted noisemakers then. He decided to ask her later since she seemed busy and he had a crowd to entertain.