He pointed at Faelyn. His hand shook. His whole arm trembled with rage.
"She's infected you! Corrupted your minds! Both of you!"
He gestured wildly at the chiefs. All composure gone.
"And now you're dragging our entire tribe down with you!"
Elder Mira's voice cracked sharp.
"Elder Korin. Sit down." No one argued with Elder Mira. "You're out of line. This council will not descend into chaos."
Korin sat slowly. Each movement stiff.
He was fuming. Hands clenched white-knuckled on his armrests.
Rage barely contained.
Mara looked at Faelyn.
"This is an unprecedented proposal. It requires careful consideration. Time to discuss. Debate. Plan."
She looked around at the other elders.
"This council will adjourn for three days. To allow cooler heads to prevail. To consider all that's been said."
Mira had lived 578 years. When she spoke with that tone, no one questioned it.
