Tristan GoodFellow caught a movement in the crowd gathering close to the Auditorium on the left. He felt Astrid fidget as he made her stand. It was time to move again.<br/><br/>"Ah, this way," He said adding a light tug of her hair.<br/><br/>This way was the winding way. It embraced the chill of the morning and the looks of those they passed.  He made sure they past the milieu gathered in every group near the door. He lead her on a hunt for the one person he would drop her off with and from whom he would pick her up later. It was not important that they took the long cut it was only important that they traveled among the multitudes that were dressed.<br/><br/>He continued to intone, excuse me, knowing people would be brushing past her often.  It was a trainer's paradise. He was so pleased to show her off when she was in her element. He was so pleased to watch as she brushed against flesh or material as he walked her in hobbles.<br/><br/>It was so delicious because once again, it was her choice. He would not fight against the forces of a determined mind. It was too much fun to go along and let all those consequences of poorly thought out decisions take their toll.<br/><br/>Learning was a beautiful thing.<br/><br/>Tristan GoodFellow caught a hint of ginger hair. He had gotten to observe Astrid mingling nude for the first time. He would use the information as her base line and evaluate her progress as part of her overall training.<br/><br/>But for now it was time for the hand off and he made his way toward Miss Rogers.<br/><br/><br/>