The windup.

Malachi looks around at those assembled at her table, in the flesh or present by magic mirror, and nods. She's assumed her human form, and is dressed within the regalia that she grudgingly accepts as part and parcel of being a Regent. Her eyes then linger upon Sigin, who's dressed in his best and "dandy-ish" outfit (plumed hat, rapier, purple cape, blue trousers, blue pants, and heavily decorated black leather boots). Her love looks divinely handsome, and she secretly shivers in delight. She thanks her new found Lord for His gift on her!

She had even able to pave the way to their eventual joining in holy matrimony. She might have been able to sway the Cardinal Council to letting Sigin and her be wed without him Converting. However, she didn't want to..

Like her, his faith in Tiamat had severely been stretched to the breaking point and beyond!

He wanted to believe in something bigger than himself. She had found that in the religion of her beloved people, and had shared it with Sigin.

As for her other Circle Members' faith in other gods and goddesses, it was still strong, but fortunately they all lived good lives. Her Church believed that even Non-believers, and heretics, would be saved in the end, so there was no need for her to try to convert them.

That was the job for the Clergy. She had her claws filled enough with the corporal issues of State (for now).

Sigin, sensing her gaze, turns and smiles back at her. To her quiet horror, she felt herself blushing! Her! A dragoness of nearly 5,000 years, blushing like a little girl with a crush!

"Let's..begin, shall we?" Probe coughs, pretending not to notice the little exchange.

Malachi, Regent of Ethiopia, notices that her sister and her husband: Malachi D'Honaire and Dragon Fred, give both a slight nod and an understanding smile. She also sees Sigin Vulpine and Rosepaw smiling with a foxy, but sympathetic, smile. Of all those present, THEY would know the power of love has over her heart!

"I called this meeting to discuss a most disturbing turn of event that can be summed up in one word," Malachi begins, gathering herself. "Zerm."

A few heads nod, having already guessed the purpose of this meeting. This even includes the aged head of her mentor and presently head of the diplomatic team from the East.

1. "It almost seems like divine irony that an Atlantian would rise up after all these centuries," a small, white haired oriental man chuckle mirthlessly."Rise up to yet AGAIN threaten all."

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