"Not yet decided," Moore repeated, one eyebrow lifting, her tone skeptical. "I suppose that's possible. My dearest friend could turn a statue's head without even trying, and I've known more than a few caria gentlemen who act like young fools around her."<br/><br/>She snorted, shook her head in a manner that Kenna thought of as probably fond, if exasperated (having seen Mother do it far too often in relation to both Father and Mama).<br/><br/>"Your idea has merit, but let's wait until you are fully trained by our learned colleagues before we put you to work in such fashion. For now, I think a humble attendant will suit your schedule best, if not your ambitions." The green-skinned woman crossed her arms, tapped her lips with one index finger, studied Kenna for a long moment.<br/><br/>"Where to put you, though. That's the vexing question...and worse, you may need to do all your study somewhere else. I'd suggest the Stacks but if you've an eye for scholastics we may never see you emerge."