nice to meet you

Poem would never know the two of them were distantly related, and she offered a little bow of her head at Onyx’s introduction. She sat down, ready to answer any questions given to her. Abaven didn’t keep many secrets and she was glad to share and inform. That was her job after all.

”Dean of physical studies,” Poem chuckled softly, she knew she didn’t really look like a typical fighter. ”I’m in charge of the fighting.” She added.

”We have… less healers than we used to.” She tried not to let herself become unprofessional with the sudden sadness that seeped through her voice. Losing her father… Poem tried not to think about it. ”But we teach all subjects. From fighting, to pottery, to pack relations.” Poem added. She didn’t know if Onyx was looking for a new pack or not, but she wanted her to know there was more than one option.