Reporting Progress

Pleione gave her all of her attention as she addressed the young woman. While she wasn’t so skilled, the girl was certainly reliable. Venom still didn’t know the girl’s history or any inkling of her past, nor would the Empress push for such information. She wasn’t incredibly nosey and Venom never did suspect she might be some kind of enemy plant. Still, it didn’t lessen her curiosity about where it was she had come from. Perhaps it didn’t matter so much now, because they were both here to speak about the future.

Venom’s silver tipped ears perked as Pleione began to speak, first and foremost she wanted to be an asset to the Empire. The second was her biggest weakness, how inexperienced she was. There was potential, for certain, but her skill had yet to be tuned to true. So Venom had to decide on a solution. "As I am sure you know,” She began, "Words mean little here within Ashen. Actions speak much louder, so I would like to see you challenge one of our more experienced members for your rank.” Venom lifted her brow curiously, "Do you find these terms acceptable?”

"Venom"