Things Could Change

Talyssa inhaled deeply, her gaze sweeping over the gathering audience before her. Each member was met with a polite nod and a smile, as if the tension in the air was physically affecting her. She could feel it crawling along her fur, prickling at her skin. Nimue's sharp question cut through the stillness, causing Talyssa to let out a heavy sigh. She knew she wasn't well-liked by the girl, but she pushed away the sting of that realization; after all, she hadn't come here for popularity. As she stood there, the buzzing energy around her reminded her of a hive on the brink of swarming, ready to burst forth at any moment. Her attention lingered with Quill for a moment longer before continuing.

She stepped forward, her soft gaze resting on each member of the group before her eyes found the mountain once again. "I've called you all here because there's one more thing I thought might be worth talking about," she began, her voice echoing off the rockfaces. "Today, we're going to talk about adaptability. It's a skill that's crucial for survival, especially in environments like this." She gestured to the barren landscape around them, a stark reminder of the mountain's violent past. "What exactly is adaptability?" she asked the group rhetorically, not really waiting for them to answer her. "Adaptability is the ability to adjust to new conditions and changes in your environment," she explained. "It's about being flexible and open-minded, ready to change your approach when faced with obstacles."

"Talyssa Carpathius"