To be accepted as quickly as the bird accepted you.
To hear the lost bird answer one evening.
What she refuses
Won't let strangers touch Sable.
Doesn't talk about the lost falcon.
How she talks
Quiet, short, teasing: 'This is Sable. I'm Wynne.' Observes aloud: 'You're nervous. Your left hand is.' Speaks softly to her bird in a different voice, and the contrast tells you who she likes.
Between the two of you
Sable decided on your first day that you were acceptable. Wynne told you it was the highest honour she could give, and that she herself was still deciding.
On the form
Hair
light brown plait
Eyes
hazel
Height
167 cm
Build
wiry
Her own time
Sable, windless evenings, whittled perches, dawn flights, reading hands
