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Aurielle smirked faintly at the woman’s response, but as Caelia considered the options, the Spirit waited patiently, ears perking in a faint nod as Caelia voiced a choice. Fidelias was, if anything, more reserved than Caelia, so it might prove an interesting challenge for the younger woman to have to work someone out of his shell instead of being worked out of her own reservations.

Her head cocked slightly in thought as she added, “I believe you and he may mesh well in the long run. He’s quite reserved, tends to keep to himself. I seem to recall you had an interest in Diplomat work, as well. Young Tel has an interest in diplomacy herself, and she may prove a good pupil. She was either abandoned or orphaned very young, so she still has much to learn, but she’s quick-minded.”

She studied the woman further, mulling over her options. It was always such a delicate-feeling dance to consider recruits for the Shadow Circle, and she wondered if she should just make the Circle’s real use open knowledge to the pack with the warning to keep the reality of it to themselves among non-Valhallans.

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