maybe i just don't know love yet, maybe i don't trust yet

Ignita had snuggled into Basilisk's arms when he came back from putting the new songbird in her den and slept lightly through the night, her mind disquieted.

She stirred early and set the fire going in the hearth, not quite sure what the day would bring. She and Basilisk spoke and he shared with her some of what he had learned of the girl he called Rabbit.

Suddenly a knock came on the door, it sounded similar to the one Bas had rapped on the door last night and it made the Steward curious. Was this the new songbird already? Bold enough to exit her den and approach? Fascinating! She raised a brow at The Warlord before she went to the door.

And there she was! Right at the door!
"Well then! Let's get started." She called behind her from the doorway, "I'll be busy in the afternoon if you could take care of her then." She said to Basilisk, blowing him a kiss.

She returned her attention to Yara and clicked for her possum to join them. The possum crawled up Ignita as she walked and wrapped its dexterous paws around her ivory neck, looking wide-eyed and curious at the stranger with large dark eyes. She made her way back across the Col toward her usual haunt of the storeroom.

"Yara, I believe?" She started as they entered the storeroom and she quickly got to work, expecting the woman to sit while Ignita talked and went over the duties of the storeroom. "He said you haven't been taught to read," She mentioned with a light tone, "since you'll be working around here it'll be important to know the rules on the obelisk, and what certain instructions and lists say. I've actually painted a few labels around the Col to help teach others. So after we're done in here I can get to work in teaching you some letters. Hold this." She handed the Songbird a pile of unsorted furs to hold while Ignita shifted a large pile of sorted furs on a shelf.

"I've got a system in here I built from the ground up, and not everyone is as keen as I am on keeping tabs on everything. I do have counts of every item and who takes anything out, so I'll know if anything has been... misplaced." She mentioned with a knowing smile and lift of her delicate brow.

"Things must have been very hard for you to resort to stealing. If that is indeed what you were doing." She scoffed and shook her head, "He caught me collecting and sorting trinkets out on the veteran's plateau, naive as ever. Claimed what I was taking was his. Turns out it wasn't." Oh dear she was rambling, wasn't she? Not very leaderly Iggy, don't apologize, just take it in stride, maybe she shouldn't have said how fickle Bas could be outright. Inner circles only type things. Dang it. She fell silent for a moment, pursing her lips awkwardly.

Then she jumped with alacrity and splayed her paws out, "Anyway! Have any questions?" Ignita offered as she started to take a few things from the pile she gave Yara and sorted them.

"Speech"