Synclair was just fixing to head inside his home, to hopefully get a good night’s sleep before the excitement could make that impossible...when he realized there was one last thing he had to do. With a half-happy, half-exasperated sigh, Synclair shook his head, softly laughing. “If my head wasn’t attached...I would have lost it a long time ago,” came his murmur, while gathering his things together. Of course he knew that he was rather...well, absent-minded… but isn’t everyone, at one point in time or another? Once he finished the task at hand, a sigh of satisfaction left his lips this time around. “There we go; now we’re ready for tomorrow.”<br/><br/>A falcon came to perch on a nearby tree branch, and Synclair smiled at the sight. “Hello there,” he greeted, bringing out a small bread piece from his pocket and offered it to the bird. “Are you hungry?” he asked. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”