Blackfeather Woods my mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse

The woman introduces herself as Potema and titles herself as Priestess and once Listener. Slowly, under Nyx’s instruction he is becoming more well versed with the ranks that make up Blackfeather Woods and it’s Dark Council. “Listener is the High Priestess,” He states aloud, rhetoric, to prove that he is not ignorant despite his status as “outsider”; that he is not so easily to be discounted. He is destined for great (and perhaps terrible) things and he will not be cast aside so quickly. Kahlil absorbs information well and hardly needs to be told more than once. Idly, he wonders what she has done to earn a demotion but does not ask out of respect for privacy and because it is truly none of his business. He was more important things to concern himself with why she is no longer Listener. “Haven’t you?” The tundrian murmurs in a soft, honeyed ‘tsk’. He cannot explain his fascination with the mars upon her flesh aside from the solidified knowledge that someday he wants scars of his own. Scars that mark his accomplishments so he may wear them proudly and vainly upon his flesh always for all to see. The circumstances of which she was given hers remains unknown to Kahl and he does not ask running off the assumption that if she wants him to know: she will tell him and if she does not wish him to know they she won't tell him.