SPC - Help Wanted...

The girl sighed, flipping through the paper she'd just picked up to the classifieds. She still wasn't quite sure how the island 'worked' just yet, but she had learned a bit.
Silver - grey eyes skimmed over the shedu sales before shaking her head. She would have to earn some more of the local currency before she could do much there. She took another sip of her tea, then paused, eyes lighting on a wanted ad curiously. So, someone was looking for handlers for the SPC's her ears flicked briefly, then settled. It looked like it was similar to the Diploma courses, really; or to any show, really. Checking the cat's gates, checking their conformation when 'stacked', then testing in their chosen disciplines. After a moment's thought the girl shrugged and tore the ad out, folding it into her pocket and finishing her sausages. It wasn't as if she had anything better to do as she waited for Gem to finish her own courses afterall, right?

An hour later she was walking up to the address, humming absently. Her head tilted to one side at the name on the gate, 'Pigeon Bank' now that was a name that bore some investigation. She mused, chuckling, there had to be a story behind that, and she was shamelessly curious on the best of days. Still she held it in check for the moment, heading for the door and offering the ad when it was opened. Following silently as she was led down into the stables and watching the cats scattered about with interest before focusing on a pair of women with a polite nod. "Amy and Mae, I presume?" She asked, smiling faintly at the confirmation, "Call me Hope, I saw your ad this morning?" She supplied, then let her smile grow somewhat, gesturing around them, "You have some gorgeous cats, if its not too bold. I've only just arrived myself, finished the SND a few days back now." The admission was calm, testing the waters, but it seemed neither minded her relative inexperience and after a while she was led deeper into the stalls, stopping before a huge, almost pure white cat. The size gave her a moment's pause, then she chuckled and moved closer to let the tom sniff at her, glad for her experience with Krystals and At'ilan. She was used to big mounts by now, thankfully.
After a few minutes inspection, and going over things with the two women, Dozer dropped his head a bit farther and she grinned, scratching at his ears obligingly. "Well, at least you seem to like me alright. You mind working with me then, big boy?" She inquired. Collecting his harness and lead before heading out to get a feel for the shedu, they still had several hours before they were expected at High Garden so best to make the most of it. The big tom was an odd cat, he had a heavy, plodding air about him from his sheer mass to his expression. He was a sweetheart though, and eagerly responded to whatever she asked of him; a fact that peaqued Tsillah's interest. There was something there, though she couldn't put her finger on it immediately.
After working with him for awhile however the girl began to notice little things, and she allowed herself a grin, beginning to realize she was dealing with a surprising mix indeed. Sweet and gentle as any, yet he had the brilliance and vigilance she'd come to expect of more spirited mounts. It was intriguing to say the least and she made a mental note to consider working with more facilities like this; it got the name out there and with any luck maybe she could find more affiliates this way. The only possible downside was her getting paired up with a difficult cat, but that was hardly troubling for her in all honesty. She'd never minded the difficult cases afterall.
Eventually the time came and she nudged the cat out the gate and toward Elsevier High Garden, taking the walk calmly and using the time to get to know his movements a bit better. Hoping he would be alright in the Korung, he wasn't a dressage mount by any means, but his gaits were decent enough. A bit choppier than was ideal but nothing that should give them trouble, or so she hoped. Sliding from the big tom's back as she neared the beach, nodding to those already present as she recognized several faces, and grinning as she noticed Emma at the veterinary building. Offering the Scottswoman a more genuine smile a she carefully removed Dozer's tack, letting her look him over for a preliminary exam and answering the judge's questiong calmly.
"Name?"
"Tsillah Amal Muirchartach, his is Black Bandanna."
"SND?"
"Completed last week, yissir."
"Brand... one - two - one - four - two..." He murmured, peering at the cat's shoulder and writing the numbers down duitifully. "Male, heavy... height?" He added, glancing at the vet expectantly. "A hundred and eighty-nine centemeters," Emma replied, "Eighteen hands." Tsillah added, exactly in time with the woman, and she shot the vet a sheepish smirk, shrugging. "My uncle's a maths professor, habit. Sorry about that?" She offered, letting herself relax slightly as the vet laughed it off. Her attention returned to the white clad man as he inquired after the cat's line, pausing briefly. "Po... Pokrishken, sorry. Still learning those." She supplied, shrugging again and sincerely hoping it was pronounced like hindi as she assumed. She hated those odd words she managed to butcher assuming they were from one language only to find later she was wrong. Shaking her head as she remembered learning lithian, a hand unconsciously rising to rub at her throat. That was not an easy language by any means.
She returned to the present when Tiberiu nodded for her to take the tom out into the ring. Scratching Dozer's ears and giving the man a nod as she led him into the sand and ignoring the heat radiating from the ground and sky alike. Pausing to lift one of the tom's paws, ensuring the heat wasn't hurting him before dropping it and patting his neck. "Alright, lets get you done and off the sand, hm? Glad you're white, big guy, can't imagine this would be any fun in a black fur coat, can you?" She teased, clicking her tongue and leading him into a trot as she was instructed. Ignoring the beads of sweat trailing down her won neck and the glare of the sun with a mental note to bring sunglasses everywhere on this island, then snorting and shifting her eyes slightly, making them less light sensitive and allowing her muscles to relax slightly. Trying to coax the big cat into a slightly neater canter than he seemed to prefer using and giving his ears a good scratch when they stopped. He was doing well despite, and more than that he was trying his best, that was all she could ask and she was grateful for him giving her his all.
Tsillah moved to one side, gently tapping his back leg and smiling as he moved it fully under him again, glancing up as Tiberiu nodded, running a hand over the cat's muscles and making notes all the while. The girl scratching at Dozer's chin briefly to reassure him when the cat seemed confused by the sudden stop, and all too interested in the stranger who was inspecting him. He remained collected though, and the girl reminded herself to ask if she could get him some treats later for his efforts.

All three of them were more than eager to return to the shade of the clinic as the sun continued to beat down, even with the near-constant gusts from the water it was miserably hot by the time the man said they could move inside. Even the seabirds had dissappeared for shade, it seemed the air omost deathly quiet. It seemed like they were the last people out in the heat and Tsillah sighed faintly as the cooler air enveloped them. Handing the cat's lead over when Emma reached for it and finding a seat in the meantime. Waiting always got her nerves up, she far preferred to be active; or at least with the animals. Waiting, not knowing, made her worry. It always had.
Almost absently she pulled her phone out and typed the code in to unlock it, one fifteen. Her eyes trailed to her alerts and she flicked over to her messages noticing there was something new and frowning at the words before it clicked just who would be causing a ruckus in the aviary, sniggering at the mental image even before she saw the picture of her grandfather with birds perched on every possible inch of his tall frame, grinning like a fool. Her eyes snapped back up and she quickly closed the phone, dropping it back into her pocket and standing as the two returned with Dozer. Desperately wanting to ask how he'd done, but knowing there were two more tests before she would learn that.