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Mentoring reapers was a thing. A new things, but a way that the black hearts were trying to reach out and get more to join their ranks. After all, the more the merrier right? Moraine guessed that was the mindset but she didn’t really know about tutoring reapers. They usually had their own goals already, and being a black heart was not the most ideal of jobs. It tended to be a bit less than pretty. No mercy was a tough pill for many people to swallow.

Still, it was better than scouting and having to look intimidating all the time. Mentoring a young reaper might not be so bad. Better than trying to teach a dog to dance at any rate. Gauntlets put on she looked at the location. Just down in the courtyard, in about fifteen minutes. She’d be down in five.

It ended up taking her ten, a young fresh black heart needing help finding his room, and then ‘testing his bed.’ Moraine had seen to it that his bed was tested. Apparently when you slammed a grown man down on it, it would break. How sad. The man should have invested in sturdier things. But she was still a bit early, blue eyes scanning the courtyard for the reaper she would be teaching.

To Moraine everyone needed a mentor. Just not her being the mentor. She was more hands on with her missions. More a field woman than instructor. Shifting a bit in the cool air, she reached up to adjust the rose in her hair. The ‘little’ mononke that approached she nodded. “Indeed, Moraine the Ice Rose Black Heart. Not that it means anything but that I get a fancy little ‘title’ which let’s face it, does nothing for us girls here. We earn our respect twice over being what we are. You’re a reaper who I’m… mentoring I take it.” The word came out hesitated. “Let me cut to the chase if you are. I don’t teach, I do. I have work I need to get on, and you’re just another part of it. So if you think you’re capable, we’ll be killing two birds with one stone. I’ll be taking you on one of my standing missions.”

Arms crossed. “This is assuming you’re the reaper I’m supposed to be mentoring? Shaden if the paper work was correct. Wouldn’t be the first time it wasn’t.” She was used to getting shoddy paper work. It was like the gift that kept on giving.