It is a gift that Kalseru has spent a bit of her younger years doing work as a junior diplomat to round out her skills and mitigate her rather quick temper. Her anger had a tendency to kindle fast and burn hot as the fire in a dragon’s heart so often did. How much practice and sheer effort had she put into controlling that fire after Roman took Spirane from her mother. Even now she can still feel the heat of it on her dark fur, but she can work around it, use it to her advantage now instead of allowing it to consume her from the inside out. This skill however was not something everyone possessed, something which she is reminded of as the meeting appears to quickly be deteriorating. Her face falls a bit at Mara Sov’s response, her attitude impossible to ignore especially when coupled with more than a little sass despite her embellished rhetoric. It was perhaps not the best way of going about something for a messenger, especially one from one of Spirane’s oldest allies.

The feeling that this meeting would not end well only grew at the girls last remark as she heard Tychon breathe in readiness to respond. Her brow furrowed further even before the scathing comment left her scouts mouth and she immediately shot him a look of disapproval, annoyance, and a touch of ‘heaven help me’. She knew Tychon was a wolf with rougher edges than most, and she could not fault him for this but it would help in situations like this if he knew when to keep his muzzle shut. Composing herself she stepped forward, placing herself a bit between the two wolves who seemed determine to dislike one another. Drawing up her form she looked more the Alphess of Spirane than perhaps she had a moment ago as she cast a stern look between them both.

First she fixed her moonrimmed eyes on Mara Sov, “Thank you for your invitation, and thank Zelda for me as well. I will let the members of Spirane know about the Ball and that they are all welcome to attend. And while I commend your diplomacy in inviting us, to do so with backhanded comments is perhaps not the most civil of courses. You may not always like everyone you meet, but it is up to you to determine how you will react. One harsh word often begets another and it is our choice to end the pattern or simply aid its continuance.” With this her eyes flicked to Tychon, her long tail giving a flick, there is a difference in speaking your mind and being outright unkind and she hoped her scout might learn the difference. “Tychon’s words are harsher than necessary, and that is a matter I will take up with him later,” the tone of her voice dropped at the word reinforcing the severity of it, “but he is not entirely wrong. I find that anything that follows the words ‘with all due respect’ is sure to be meant as an insult. Simply food for thought should you have time to dwell on the matter, though such so much going on you may not have the time.” She offered the girl a light smile, though she couldn’t help but feel it wouldn’t be well received but she had done what she could. She doubted Zelda would be terrible fond of the idea that one of her pack was acting as such, the forest Guardian was ever the peacekeeper herself, but these things happened and so long as the matter was dropped she saw no need to involve her.