Sun dappled days seem to stretch for an eternity during the Summer time. Outside, the flame tiger lilies are in full bloom and the nearby American and Sacramento Rivers are gearing up for July Fourth Festivities that will happen as the sun sinks beneath the horizon.
This afternoon, Consilium will take place on the roof-top of the Bismark Hotel.
It took some doing. Something about OSHA regulations or what have you. Aquinas gave the hotel-staff a look of sympathetic understanding, and then did what he needed to do anyway. Took the key-cards and inserted the idea that one of their best clients has permission and not to worry.
Oh well.
Informal seating is once again arranged for the cabals of the Consilium and a central table for the Hierarch and the Councilors.
As each mage arrives, the rack of non-alcoholic drinks sits in constellation with a bowl of ice and chilling water bottles bathing.
Aquinas sits, his knee holding up the ankle to his opposing foot while Zilker talks, hands in his pockets.