Professionalism topping private party excitement, Abby simply beamed.
There was an immediate kinship forming; a spiritual bond between the impressive foreigner and spunky haired herpetologist based in a mutual respect for the varied populations of the animal kingdom which could not speak for themselves. Wardens for the planet, each with their own unique backgrounds and inputs centered on a common goal.
Preservation. For the entire planet.
Education and drummed enthusiasm were good places to start. Without them, Weir and her kind would not survive, hunted to the brink of existence for sideshows and fancy hearth rugs in a world that had unnaturally evolved past their ability to adapt.
Human's were overrunning the planet. Lobbyists could argue from their fancy redwood desks in DC for or against conservation but indisputable fact remained the number of humans in the world was increasing incredibly and with each new generation forgetting to balance forward progression with natural history. The number of species humans forced into extinction in the past 100 years alone was small in comparison to projected outcomes for even the next decade.
Thread by thread society was unraveling a delicately embroidered pattern; too many loose ends and the entire ecosystem would collapse before their very eyes.
'More than alright,' she replied. Robb was the first person Abby had met since returning to the United States that seemed to have more than dryer lint decorating the inside of his pretty skull.
'Even better really. Because it's not about the money.β She smiled, offering him back his original documents. βIt's about the education.β