And in private Kohl indeed read it, first silently to ensure she had the gist of the letter, and then once aloud to her mate.   "It may have begun," she felt she needed to point out, "but it's not going to be as simple as it looks on the surface.  It never is, when the gods are concerned. Tread carefully, Fisher.  Tread carefully."<br/><br/>oOoOoOoOo<br/><br/>Despite her reservations about some of the other Exalts, Kohl attended the sort-of war council. How could she not, with her own mate heading blithely into what might as well have amounted to a nest of vipers?  She was no dedicated Seneschal to give thanks the Solars had returned; so far, she could count the number of Lawgivers she trusted on one hand, and still have four fingers left over.<br/><br/>She stood behind Fisher's chair in what had come to be her most-used shape in this port, the whip-thin black-haired man, arms folded across her bare, unmarked chest.  She was far from the most imposing figure in the room, but the wary, calculating eye she gave each and every single one of the other Solars -- and one or two of the other Lunars as well -- spoke clearly enough of her experience.<br/><br/>She remained silent as Fisher spoke about sailing against the Terrestrials, not because she had no opinion, but because the Eclipse, for all his illiteracy, eloquently voiced her preference in with his own.  He knew her feelings about Dynast-born Dragon-Blooded, he knew her history.  He knew he had her backing in convincing the others to take this course of action.  And if he chose to sail off against common wishes and take care of the Terrestrial brotherhoods all by himself, why, she'd back him all the way in that too.