Pretzel Logic

"Well, I confess, this I don't understand. You're telling me my choice of which element I represent determines who we have the responsibility of recruiting to fill the fourth spot?"

Indeed, that was exactly how things stood. Minoth was ready to act as the Earth Element, and Addam as the Electric Element. Flora was divided, currently, between Wind and Water.

An elite force, yes, that was all fine and good, but it seemed rather...what, nepotistic? Incestuous? To have the new appointees be the one to pick their fourth member. It shot holes in Jugend and Gebler's effectivenesses, as military institutions. The top should be well able to decide this on their own.

Addam didn't see the big issue. Minoth saw it, but didn't wish to argue the point.

Whatever Flora wanted, though.

"I think you'd look smart in blue," Minoth put in. Flora rolled her eyes at him, but Addam agreed: "Any heuristic to help."

Flora would admit, privately, that the uniforms were quite handsome - she appreciated the pretty shoulder cutout, as well. Each one was two-tone, with hers likely to be pink-and-blue, across from Minoth in purple-and-brown and Addam in gold-and-red. But that was aesthetics, not heuristics nor semantics nor logistics.

"And you're quite sure it's electric, and not fire?"

Actually, they weren't sure of anything, much. More spiritual people might have referred to their own Ether responses, to see what outcome the Zohar was most likely to favor, or some such. But, these weren't particularly spiritual people. They were from Solaris, not Nisan (except Minoth, who was somewhat secretly from Shevat). They were very grounded, practical, pragmatic.

When Addam only frowned, and didn't answer, Flora continued, "Never mind. Who have we got candidate to represent Wind?"

"Zettar, I think," said Minoth drily. "That sit well with you?"