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Gethen flew through the Dark nation to where her father would be lingering surrounded by those grotesque council members- all of them were grotesque for the moment for all of them had throughly upset her. Zenith was streaming along behind her his sleeve still snagged in her iron grip.
Many things to say to her father were presenting themselves forth in her mind but with each idea she imagined a way her father or annoyingly the council could retort.
Coming to the right door Gethen released her brothers arm and without hesitation shoved forcefully on the two heavy, twin doors watching them swing inwards dramatically with an eerie creek. The councils dorm. The fireplace was as always alive with a raging blaze everything within 10 foot of it sent into a red glow gradually fading out to orange and then darkness at the fringes of the behemothic room. A large amount of council members were looming in different areas of the room posing in many different angles towards the door their faces half pitched in the darkness of the early morn. Some where ancient and the wrinkles on their faces were defined in the fire light, others were younger and with half of their statutes dim and mysterious and the other half glowing red if there were such things as demons Gethen would believe they were it.
Amongst them she searched for her fathers intimidating posture and instead her eyes were drawn to the only female one present.
Mother.
Gethen turned her eyes to zenith suddenly anxious. Her speech was for her father not her mother.