> 30963360 >everyone hating on the poor catburds I agree with >>30964363 and >>30971560 , we need to buy a mix of skilled and unskilled with a focus on family. But getting a handful of griffons at least for a trial run can't hurt us too badly, and besides - who doesn't want a cute little catbird!
"I think I'm going to have to continue with our mixed-bag approach. Mostly whoever I can acquire, and we'll build on their skills as we can. A handful of highly-skilled ponies to form the core of teams... we'll make it clear they're leaders, not overseers." > "That, I think, is manageable. Reward them by the total team's performance, not by the individual's." "Yes." > Tapping the desk with a finger, you ponder further: "Say... say we start doing bulk purchases. Sort our arrivals, see what kind of talents we're pulling in. What we can expand to start developing to fulfill their needs. Then get some real talented ponies to form the nucleus of those teams." > "As much as my heart wishes to just buy them all... that I think this is the safest course for the future of this place." > Cadance can't quite keep the morose tone out of her voice, though, nor manage to lift her head when she speaks to you. > She ought to be, but you're reasonably certain lecturing her wouldn't help at this time either. "There's one other thing I wanted to try, and I think you'll like it." > This catches her attention; one ear turns to focus on you, even if her head remains ducked. "If there's one thing I've been learning recently, it's how much emotion goes into driving you ponies. Especially when it comes to family, friends, or loved ones." > "What are you suggesting?" "When we're looking at ponies to bring here, we look for families where possible. After that we set aside a little more money; if a pony here can find a family member on auction and are performing well enough, the money will be there to bring them back together." > Rather than respond immediately, Cadance rises to her hooves - head coming back up - and hobbles to your side, chains clinking with each step. > Seating herself on her haunches at the foot of your chair, she stares with wide and expressive eyes:: > "Anonymous, I... I don't... I hadn't expected-" "Shhh."