He watched her sit, his eyes still stern, his demeanor still quietly annoyed. He found her making and locking eye contact, a sign in her favor. He could tell there was some turmoil behind her eyes, but she withheld it, once again, acting the professional he'd hoped for. But those hopes were quickly dashed as she spoke once more. They were not dashed by the sarcasm he felt he'd heard, or the wounded nature presenting itself, though neither helped. He was disappointed once more with this woman. He'd wanted her to prove her worth to him, and yet here she was asking him what he wanted. He felt he'd been very clear about this. If he knew what he needed from a bird expert, he'd probably already know one to perform this task of his. He listened half-heartedly as she explained her being an Ethaefel. He'd heard of them, who hadn't? But he'd never met one. All he really took away from that was that her self-consciousness kept her from being professional. He was polite enough to let her finish. When she had, he slowly scooted his chair back, and stood up. He straightened the sleeves on his jacket, and looked down at the poor woman. "My apologies for my earlier behavior Ms. Adhara, I fear my behavior was rude. However, it seems I was wrong about my initial thought that you could help me. I am rather busy with this task, so I must take my leave now. Please have a nice day." Harkon tipped his hat to her, widened his smile a bit, and turned to leave, tapping his walking stick as he did so. He made it a few steps, before stopping and looking back at Adhara, "And I'm sure your other form is just as lovely as the one sitting at that table." He began thinking of where else he might find some information on a bird handler. Perhaps he could ask someone at the Gazette, they always knew everyone of any level of importance. There was the handler at the stables, maybe animal people would know one another. There were the swans at Black Swan Park, perhaps a bird enthusiast might be there and be able to help. If none of that worked there was always the library, but he really, really didn't want to do research there. The closest was the park, so he strolled his way northward toward it. He rarely ever came here, the park was for couples, children, and Dynasts in their carriages. Perhaps if he ever got around to learning how to fish he might visit more often. But he enjoyed his stroll, slowly making his way to the pond proper, eyes already beginning to look for anyone with a decided interest in the birds, praying none were Dynasts, preferring a Freeborn. |