The Falcon

Marco noticed her right hand, it was covered in shallow red scars. She followed his gaze. "Sharp talons," she laughed, "my glove came off! By the way, I'm Antonietta Cristaldi, I run the place. What can I do for you anyway? She said, as she set down a minute percolator and cups. Marco studied her features. Small dark eyes, black shoulder length hair, a petite, red, pert mouth.

"You see, " she said, "I'm totally committed to birds and falconry. It's all I want to do." She got up and began pacing up and down