I want more for you

Her father was able to take all the bits and pieces of what she liked to do and seemed to be able to condense it down into the Diplomat rank. She blinked with surprise at the idea–partially because she had never thought of it and partially because she felt silly for never considering it. As he listed off all of the things that a Diplomat might have to do she began to realize that one of the reasons why she had glossed over the rank so quickly was because she thought that it was just someone that went to other packs to deliver messages and that was about it. She hadn't realized that the Diplomat had such a say in things or how much their input was considered. It had also just been difficult to put herself on any kind of path once her dreams of being a powerful warrior had fizzled out. She hadn't wanted to ask her dad for help, but now that he had given it she was glad that he had.

"Yeah... Yeah, I think it does," she replied after a moment of thought when he asked if being a Diplomat would interest her. She looked up to him with a renewed grin and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "Thanks, dad. That helped a lot." Well, if she was going to be a Diplomat then she had a lot of work ahead of her, she supposed, to be ready for that kind of thing. The first thing that came to mind was the fact that she hardly knew Basilisk and if she was going to picked for any kind of position that seemed as important as that one she better start getting on his good side. With a renewed sense of purpose she hopped up to go find Basilisk right away–but paused and looked back to her dad for a moment, giving him a smile. "Maybe we can train later? Or go on a hunt? Like old times," she offered. She still worried about him deeply and wanted to do her part in making him feel better too.

"Wynter Carpathius"