Fiske's report hadn't been positive. Actually, it had been downright awful. Amy hadn't known it was possible, but somehow Ivan Kleister was managing to be even more belligerent than usual, threatening yet another inter-branch war with the Ekats, who were once again fighting amongst themselves to pick a new leader. The Janus were furious over what had happened to Phoenix, and the Lucians were, well, the Lucians.
Amy put the papers down, feeling a dull throb starting in the back of her head. She couldn't do this. What was she thinking, a sixteen-year-old trying to control all of these powerful Cahills?
"Are you feeling quite well?"
Amy turned around. "Oh, hey, Ian. It's - it's nothing."
"Alright." Although he kept his tone neutral, Ian's eyes remained on Amy's. "Do you want to talk?"
"It's just that - interbranch relations aren't so great right now, and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do."
"Well, as the leader of the Lucians, I would suggest that you, as the leader of the Madrigals, start by ensuring that the relationshp between our two branches is healthy."
Amy smiled. "Is that an official recommendation?"
"It is."
"Well, how does this affect interbranch relations?" Amy leaned in and kissed Ian's cheek.
Ian started, a blush darkening his face. "I'd say the effects are quite positive."
"Good," Amy laughed, smiling at her boyfriend. "Because I officially recommend doing that a lot more often."
Quote of the Day: "You must do the thing you think you cannot do." - Eleanor Roosevelt