Truth be told, the big bird made Tristan exceedingly nervous. For the best, really -- a mouse had to have survival instincts, after all. But his natural instincts were at war with his showman's proclivities, and after all it would hardly do to be handing out a free show to anybody for being big and intimidating!Besides, the hawk...or falcon, he never knew the difference...was clearly a gentleman of refined tastes. Tristan could just...tell.
So he made his way up to the top of the stadium -- panting a bit by the time he made it to the top -- and smiled to Laird, though his eyes remained serious as they looked him over. "Afternoon, fine sir! You found the show enjoyable, I hope?"
