"I think she'll respond better to it," Isadora said. "And better responses serve your goals of securing her as ally rather than making her wary of Traditional faction intentions."
A small smile curved Seraphine's lips...the expression of someone pleased to have subordinates who thought strategically. "Neutral ground, then. Arrange it. Somewhere secure but not obviously favoring either party."
"The Meridian Estate," Isadora suggested. "Ancient pack neutral ground. Historically used for inter-faction negotiations. Close enough to both locations that travel isn't burdensome."
"Perfect. Arrange it for..." Seraphine considered her calendar mentally. ".....four days from now. I want her comfortable enough to speak freely but formal enough that she understands the gravity of the meeting."
"Understood."
Seraphine moved back to her desk, her mind clearly already several steps ahead. "What are the other factions doing? Have they made contact with her yet?"
