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Kalika spoke of wanting power and influence and for that, Indie could not blame the young women; for it was what drove Indie herself. To anyone else, it might seem that Kalika provided a generic response, but Indie intimately understood the appeal of influence and the doyenne gave one astute, approving nod. Nothing enticed the veiled mummer more than a crown and all the power that went with it — and the adoring eyes, watching her constantly, comprising the audience of what was surely the grandest of stages. The limelight was what drove Indie to crave prestige, but what drove Kalika was unknown — and a wolf that was power-hungry for the wrong reasons was a danger to themselves and to others [Indie [i]would know]. It was then that Indie made a promise to herself to watch this one carefully — but could not refrain from nursing at the issue a little more. “and?”  Indie questioned, as if it was obvious that Kalika had left something out. Indie allowed the girl to expand upon the subject if she would like, but eventually moved on.

“I ask you these questions because rhetoric, to master it, it often takes a sense of… artifice.” Indie paused for a moment, not sure if Kalika had ever considered this possibility before. There were wolves who did not take kindly to this idea, especially younger wolves who felt they needed to speak every silly thought that flitted into their head. “You need to conceal your own emotions and surrender them to the greater good.” Indie chose her words carefully, certainly not desiring to give away all her trade secrets. “I know this will be…” Her black lips twisted in a smile. “hard for you.” Indie blinked and waited for her student’s response, wondering if the girl would respond to Indie’s inane attempt to rankle her. If Kalika did not understand what she meant, Indie would gladly recapitulate; otherwise, it was time for some roleplaying.

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