She didn’t think any changes were exactly necessary, but kept that opinion to herself.
“Then that makes two of us that are self-employed. How about (insert date & time) then?” deciding to just toss a day out there. “My Sanctum has my personal library, and I believe I still have a copy of the old Charter there, but I’m not completely sure, some of my books and whatnot are still in boxes.” Though most of those books that were important to her studies had been packed carefully and separately.
“While I understand the logistics of how things work, I still believe we should have someone in some sort of role. A more official role can be figured out once the other criteria are met.” But if they didn’t want one, then whatever.
Back to Corn, “There seems to be a common issue among the Circle with people not actually listening to what is said, and jumping to conclusions. I’ve been guilty of it before, and others will be going forward, but I think we can take it as a chance to simply pause and listen to each other.” There was no malice in her voice.
“I’m no leader Corn, I don’t the qualities a leader should possess.” It was just how she saw it. She was no Campanella or Winter. But then a look of complete surprise, “Curator? Me?” it wasn’t something she had ever considered. Sure, his words were, well, right, she was the most recognized, but she actually deserving of such a title? She wasn’t sure. “I don’t know if I fit what the roles requires and deserves. Don’t get me wrong, I’m touched you believe I do, but I don’t believe I do.” A look to Chambers. “I just want us to have someone we can go to and talk and, well, figure things out. Help us get organized and get our Athenaeum built into something amazing.” Because everything worked better when organized.