Stormlights

A familiar tread of paws swiveled Aurielle’s ears within her hood, and she smiled to herself, twisting briefly once her scan revealed that the form she’d spotted out there was just a runty yearling deer and calling to Caelia in greeting as she remained still, waiting on the wall for the younger woman..

“Good evening, Caelia. Lovely weather, eh? How goes it?” There was a tinge of humor in her remark on the weather as her tail flicked in invitation to the younger wolf.

Caelia was one who had always been reserved in nature, taking time to relax into smiles or laughter, usually through spars or intensive mental work like writing. Aurielle hadn’t missed that Caelia hadn’t been making a great effort to achieve what she’d spoken of desiring for herself when she was younger. The Spirit didn't push her... perhaps that was part of the issue. Perhaps Caelia needed a challenge. She pondered at the thought, then smiled faintly. It was high time for the mentee to become a mentor.

Gwen had been correct, long ago, when she'd said that Aurielle's idea and hope for how mentors and apprentices would work in Valhalla would likely fail if the wolves were left to their own devices on whether they chose their apprentice or mentor. Something to speak to the pack about at the next meeting. Perhaps it was time that she gave a nudge to one wolf she felt had learned enough to begin teaching others.

"Who would you feel most comfortable working with as a mentor and apprentice, if you don't mind my asking?" It wasn't just a leading question; she was genuinely curious to see if there was anyone, young or new to the pack that Caelia might have noted and considered.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think