How do I grow up

Viviane’s reaction to Aurielle’s comment that she had called her and her brother for training was… interesting. The Spirit studied the younger wolf with shrewd intensity, eyes intent, though not unkind. There was honesty, but there was a ring of evasion in there, too. And sudden sadness… regret?

She thought back on the time around the day she’d called for the siblings for that healing training—she’d made the choice because of Paladin’s cough, and his worry that it could be contagious. “Was Artur with you?” His scent had been rather stale, and, come to think on it, so had Viviane and Geo’s, though now there was an explanation for that.

Her eyes flicked back to Viv’s face, in time to catch the confusion and, tracing back over the conversation thus far, she added, “I made the choice to train you because Paladin was ill at the time. He was afraid that he might be contagious, and didn’t want to risk getting either of you sick. And your training has been so delayed beyond that. I’d also like to extend a call to the Nomads. I’ve no doubt they would be thrilled to help you and your brother in your studies.”

Her eyes lifted to the sky as Viviane whispered the words she often wondered herself. “Someday. It may take a while, but eventually the cycle will return. But we may face many hardships along that path. But I would like to give you something that is sorely belated. I’d like to rank you and your brother as our first Flickers. Our first apprentices of the Healer’s Circle. Both myself and Paladin will be training you, and I believe Paladin intends to take you with him to the Nomads to train. Cairo already wants to be in the Warrior’s Circle. I believe Caelia will follow that same path. I’d like to double check with her…”

She trailed off with a sigh as she ran her mind over the members of the pack. “More than ever now, we all need to band together and actually get to know one another. I’ve been utterly failing as a leader thus far.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think