"Thank you, Nash," Penelope smiled sincerely; it had been a few years before, so it wasn't as fresh, but it still stung a little though her manor never wavered. Ms. Graves let Nash speak her piece and knew that it took a lot for the skinwalker to approach this subject. Considering all of the history books filled with stories about the skinwalker, her family was detailed on keeping a record, especially on interesting people. But something that Penelope appreciated most in the situation was that Nash just came out with it.<br/><br/>"I do have various accounts of similar 'feelings' of gathering energies." The younger woman spoke in agreement. "And I am looking to gather additional help encase of such emergencies." Penelope was never like the rest of her family. She was more open to change. Even more so than her father, who had changed a great deal for the better. The young witch believed that there could not be progress without active and conscious change with the common goal of what was best... and she had her own reputation of putting people in check if necessary.<br/><br/>"I think we could help each other, especially if we are on the same page. What are your ideas?"