Avalon carried her disappointment like a cloak. Though she was attempting to ignore what happened at the bar, it was impossible. Two magi, one the Hierarch considered a rock of the Consilium stormed away.
The Acanthus' hand reached to her brightly colored skirts, her fist grasping hard at the fabric.
They weren't called growing pains for no reason.
“This meeting of the Consilium is closed,” Avalon intones, her voice carrying easily through the meeting place. “May Wisdom light the way.”
Thank you all for coming to Consilium, and thank you all for being as understanding as you have during this difficult scene. Good work, all. Those who have put off your business,
Kelreth
and
RockBane
in particular, should you still want to pursue that, feel free to open a new thread.