[open] well we could be friends, we could shake hands

[lumelume]

WHO: Mado and you
WHAT: he's back
WHEN: early Kingsway
WHERE: the Gallows
NOTES: man dog dog man bird

I. I keep 'em close (for Ellie)

Maker only knows how long he's been flying, or if he spent the whole time as a pigeon, but when Mado returns to the Gallows it's in this form, late at night, and he makes a beeline for a familiar window of the tower.
Fluttering onto the sill, he nudges the glass open with his beak, and, seeing that (I'm taking a liberty here) she's still awake, pecks lightly on the windowframe to alert her of his presence.

II. I keep 'em real close (OTA)

After a two-month absence, it feels strange to simply come strolling back into work and wave hello to everyone who may or may not have missed or even noticed he was gone, so Mado opts to ease back into his presence in the Gallows by spending most of his time in canine form. Those who greet him are bound to see a quick transformation and receive a hug (or a handshake, or simply a hello, whatever they prefer), but to all other parties there simply is a little brown and white dog where there wasn't before, trotting about the courtyard, sleeping by fireplaces and under carts, and occasionally sitting perfectly still to watch the passersby with an uncanny awareness in his canine face.

III. So no one can take them from me (OTA)

There's still one realm where his human senses outperform his canine ones, and that's up in the Scouting office, where Mado sits placid and cross-legged as he leans over what, at first glance, might appear to be paperwork: and on a closer look, one might identify it as the Trade alphabet, dutifully written over and over, with each iteration finding new clarity.

There is a separate parchment with very simple words copied from a book, and also his name in both its forms, Amador and Mado, written in careful columns to practice the shape of the words.

He seems quite serene as he works, but is never one to turn away an interruption.

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[lumelume]

The smile remains as though plastered on, even if Mado's eyes go a bit distant. He's silent for several long moments, then simply states, "that's no fun."

[sprent]

"Oh."

Of... course it isn't. Gela stares at him, and resists the urge to glance over her shoulder in the same direction he's staring. Overall she's still unnerved by him. Thinking, she says suddenly, "What's your name?"

[lumelume]

As easily as though they had never discussed the previous topic, he answers: "Amador! You can call me Mado, if you like."

He rocks back on his heels again. "How about you?"

[sprent]

"I'll call you Mado." Because nicknames endear you to somebody a bit faster, surely? "Gela. Just- Gela, it's not short for anythin'. Good to know you."

[lumelume]

"Gela!" he repeats cheerfully, "good to know you too, amica. Have you been with Riftwatch long?"

[sprent]

"Some months now." (Wtf almost five??) "I'm not the newest by any stretch of the word, but it still feels like that sometimes."

[lumelume]

"I know how you feel!" Mado enthuses, "it's been several years now, I think, and I'm still not certain I've found my footing." Some of that comes with the territory of being Like This, of course, but he's not complaining.