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"Ah, Fern is my Parus, Hazel, she, ah, ran into you while exploring the festival. Then pointed you out as the Sentinel she had... encountered," Bracken explained, after returning Liam's nod, and chuckling at Chase's extra "eyes".

Hazel chuckled, remembering the parus she'd crashed into earlier.

"So that one was yours, mm? I'm glad she found you, I was worried I'd cost someone a pet." She clacked her beak, amused at how Chase was talking to Liam. The males likely could see right over her, and for a spot of fun she popped into the air, blocking Chase's view of Liam for a moment.

"Thorn is such a nice little fellow. Liam raised him right alright! Never met a nicer fledgling, and he was ADORABLE as a chick!" She turned to beam at Liam, reaching out to pat him with a wing. "You did do a good job...if you find a crafter tonight, would he be leaving right off? I'd love to visit more before I have to go back out and all..." She paused, seeming to realized they were all still really ignorant of what the others did.

"Oh yes! I'm a ranger everyone!" She chattered, taking a bow, accidentally plopping Roth to the branch in front of her. "Oops! Sorry!"

“Oh, a fledgling! I must meet the little fellow then.” Chase said, deeply admiring Liam’s visible pride on little one. He laughed out loud when Hazel’s eartufts finished rising. He just couldn’t help it. It was just as entertaining as imagining her flying around and hitting Bracken’s parus. Or watching poor Roth being tossed into a different branch.
“Well, I’m afraid I’m not a Crafter… I used to be a Gatherer but I found it somewhat tedious. So I’m a Watcher for the time being, considering all the options that lie ahead of me. I’m not the fastest flyer I have to admit but I’m quite strong so Ranger is at the top of my list. And…” – Chase hesitated. Perhaps it’s was best not to say it. Not when the mood was so nice…

Runewing peered down at the hatchling and shuffled her wings, settling onto the branch. He seemed inquisitive the way he studied her with his eyes and she wondered perhaps if he did indeed have a potential to wield his Will as well. She could not be sure Tempest could do anything at all with his will, he spoke little, but she had known hatchlings before who rarely uttered anything at all. She edged closer to the Minder, "Have you noticed... anything about-" She had been about to utter "its" as if the little one was merely a thing before she had caught herself. Hardly missing a beat, she continued, "about his Will? Has he shown any talent with it?" She knew it was almost rude for her to be so forward to a stranger, but this was her duty as a Mystic. She was too old to waste time on such trivial matters, finding that things simply worked better this way.

Scolding herself again for nearly letting her tongue slip, she set it aside for now. The simple truth was someone so strange made her apprehensive. That Tempest was a mere young hatchling helped ease her mistrust, but she couldn't help feeling if this was all the start of something bigger. Rune, symbolic and entwined with things unseen, took notice of his name. 'Tempest,' Like a violent storm. She gave the chick another look, musing if his name foreshadowed such events that the very word "tempest" conveyed.

Like a storm of violent commotion and disturbance. She hoped it would pass to not be so.

Hazel bobbed happily, glad to learn more about her new friends. A minder, a watcher, a hunter, and a ranger. Quite the motley crew! She shuffled back to face Bracken, thumping his side with her wing.

"We've heard that one!" She chortled, covered his beak with her wing, then fake-whispered to the others. "He really saw the Brigadier, and thought it was a fish. Just humor him, okay?" She winked, looking round and taking her wing out of Bracken's face. "There. Now you can tell your story to Thorn. He hasn't heard it. And don't worry, I won't tell him you made it up." She winked.

Leaving him to tell his tale to the fledgling, she hopped closer to Chase. "Being a ranger is fun. But you don't get to see many people. It makes parties like this extra nice." She paused a moment, gazing around at the multitudes of Sentinels. Yes, very nice. And she even had all these friends to sit with and talk...It really was the best night of the year.

"So what are your plans for the night?" She asked Chase. "I suppose you'll be flying back to your mate before long. How about you, Liam?" She scooted his way. "Got yourself a girl yet?"

Odd finally managed to find a place near Citrine, her young charge, and Runewing.

He lowered his eartufts near to his head and listened to the conversation quietly. He found it rude to interrupt and, not to mention, Mystics did make him slightly uneasy sometimes. They are part of the clan and he trusts them, but at the same time they baffle him.

Roth said nothing, but jumped atop Hazel's head, curled up, and started purring.

Bracken found his view of the others hidden by a wing. "It wasn't the Brigadier, it was just as big as him," Bracken muttered, sulkily, "And I didn't make it up..."

He brightened considerably when Thorn arrived, "Nice to meet you, as well, Thorn!" he said, excited in the hopes of having someone to tell his story to, only to droop down once the fledgling turned his attention to Roth.