Ihorangi finished his practice and slept. It was clam outside, or at least nobody was screaming or flaring his or her anima. Good enough for him.<br/>After he awoke, he spoke to Mariula and Calls-thunder. Not that he didn't trust the Solar, but he knew that sometimes, she tended to take things for granted. Calls-Thunder was a good warrior, and good drinking company too.<br/>It didn't seem they had reached an agreement where to go next. At least, they had adopted the immediate solution, which was, of course, "somewhere else". But it was time to get some more clarity.<br/>So he sent some sailors to invite the other Celstials in a room, and ordered a cook to prepare some meals and drinks. He didn't expect anything too delicious, which was fine. Some of his friends tended to get distracted when a good meal was present, and he wanted them concentrated.<br/>When time came, he looked at nodded to Mariula, and looked at the Reaver, Bast, and Kaiser. Nobody else was allowed in the room, or even in the next room.<br/><br/>"I gathered you to discuss our plans for the future", he announced, smiling. "I know we did, already, but some people left us, and Reaver should get her chance to participate in our decisions, if she is to join us. After all, our rule has always been that in order to act together, who should take decisions together, but everyone helps in carrying them off - even if it's not what he or she would have chosen personally. Before discussing our plans further, I must ask Reaver, do you agree to follow the same terms?"