<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/02958c73-a083-4d4d-99ae-2a4ea5a76c9a_zps4d0a3f6b.jpg) (http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/Garrett1_zpsce231e4c.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Garrett Wylder<br/><strong>With:</strong>Rybbon Latimer, Caligus Occisus<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backstage<br/><br/>Garrett smiled brightly when Caligus responded. ‘Kitty.’ It was a good word. He had no idea what his own first would have been, in fact, he doubted if anyone had been around to hear it. But that didn’t matter much. Instead, he just thought of a cat he had seen around the Seam. Like him, it lived off what it could find, and what was given, the latter small in both their cases. It was small and dirty, much like he had been before the designers had been before they got their hands on him. They hadn’t been able to do much about the ‘small’ part, however.<br/><br/>By the time his attention came back to the pair, Caligus had moved onto more serious matters. The question of one’s score; yet another thing Garrett hadn’t bothered putting much thought into. Still, he listened closely as Rybbon explained her opinion on it. Wouldn’t do to be rude to her, after all, she seemed nice, and he would need a Mentor eventually. No sense burning bridges with one that seemed perfectly nice. No doubt the ones from other districts wouldn’t be so caring. Besides, she made a good point.<br/><br/>Then Caligus’ attention was back on him and there was another question posed. Garrett looked surprised for a few moments, letting silence linger. Then he laughed. The sound was that of a child that has found something truly hilarious. When he calmed, he looked back at Caligus with a grin. “Of course I’m ready,” his grin turned mischievous, “are you?” He wondered what Caligus’ reaction would be, and Rybbon’s, for that matter.