#brightwindsbarony

The Scribe waiting in the room patiently rises when Sparrow and August enter the room

August has offered Deryn his arm as escort, and nods to the job applicant.

Sparrow smiles as they enter the room. "Hello?"

The satyress straights her glasses "Hello, baroness. I'm Clio." She is a wilder, though no teenager

Sparrow's mouth quirks. "I didn't realize my holding had so quickly attracted a muse. Hello, Clio. I hear you are interested in the opening for a scribe?"

August gets Deryn's seat for her, then settles himself.

"Oh, it's a greek thing" She cleans her glasses, a nervous habit "I claim no more link to divinity than any other satyr. I'm a bit nervous. I AM qualified to be a scribe, but I am sure you have many others trying for such a nice position. " She fumbles for a folder " ihave samples of my calligraphy" She takes some out "As you can see on page three, I can write in modern stylistic, but also middle English preference, and.. well, cuneform patterns. and more"

"May I?" August offers to take the samples.

A nod to August.

"Well, I have been informed I need a 'writer-downer,' but probably not cuneiform..."

"Oh, of course" she hands it over

"I take dictation," A bit of a sad smile "And I've endured the jokes that come with that line." A blush "I'm sorry, that was unprofessional, wasn't it? I apologize I just...well... I assure you i won't be referring jokes in formal court"

Her sample looks.. good

"I... know how those jokes can wear thin. Are you from near here? Tell me about yourself."

August examines the samples.

"Well, I'm Cliio Wayburton, we're kind of the DeBukes of the satyr world" Wryly "I don't know if you've met my Uncle?"

"I have met Zane..."

"The Professor, I know more by reputation."

He passes the samples to Derynwydd.

"These look quite nice to my eyes - August?"

It's really quite good. August can tell she's got variations

Apparently she has also done some of the fancy artistic ffont to honor the Koran

he's better, no doubt, but she's probably where he was two years ago, or so Augusst would guess

"Quality work." He confirms. "Ms. Wayburton, I would like to see how your work is in court, in action as it were, but it seems to me that with time to prepare you have a great deal of skill."

"Thank you" She says "Wait, are you August Truthbranch " She notes the heraldry "Pardon, BARON August. Oh please tell me you're not applying here?"

She is gaping. No joke was intended.

"Oh, I think August is quite happy at Earthrunes."

"And my soul-mother would never forgive me."

Relief flows visibly, satyrs are not good at hiding feelings.

August offers a soft smile. "I am August Truthbranch, and no, I'm not applying." with gentle humor.

"Forgive me for my obvious joy you're not" Clio says "I can take notes while you talk now if you want me to show speed? I prefer time to make it perfect but I do know shorthand"

"Clarence, could you be a dear and fetch Caitir?"

"Of course, Baroness." He bobs, bows and departs

"I think you'll find that shorthand during an event is sufficient. There will be times when there is an opportunity afterwards to craft a finished product, but accuracy is more important at times."

"As scribe, I might ask you to give lessons in penmanship to our childlings."

"As long as I don't have to tap on a tablet or type on a keyboard. I can, I just.. don't like the feel of it" She admits to Augsut. Then at the mention of children, she ponders "I don't have training in teaching but I will certainly give it ago. Penmanship builds up discipline AND Creativity if taught right"

And Catir enters ,bowing "You wished to see me, Baroness?"

"Sometimes a keyboard has its place, but I understand the tactile satisfaction that comes from the flow of a pen across paper."

"I did. If you would introduce yourself?" A request to Clio.

"Oh.. I'm Clio Wayburton, I'm applying for Scribe" She lowers herself "I might be teaching you Penmanship. It's nice to meet you" She offers a hand

The young Gwydion takes the hand "Nice to meet you, Miss Clio.." And then gives a quick nod to Sparrow

Sparrow nods back. Caitir gets it.

"So - how did you hear we had an opening?"

"From my Uncle, he iives in Rivervale barony, and apparently Emissary Sylvi had mentioned a need for aid? And he passed it onto me. I thought this might be my best chance to become a scribe"

Catir gives the okay symbol from the side where the satyress cannot see

"And we do not currently have one here... now, I can offer haven, and a stipend - dross and fire access is a touch easier than mortal money..."

"I can get a part time mortal job if I need to" she says "If that's okay?"

"Absolutely. And if you take lodging here, good for keeping everything on the level."