Taranis strode over to the dais. He disdained
clothes of any purpose other than functionality and was thus casually clad in
plain black breeches tucked into leather boots and a blue linen shirt. His
hair, thick and dark, teased the collar of his shirt.
He stepped up and laid his sword and scabbard
down, and turned to survey the gathered. Grey eyes crinkled in a greeting
smile.
He knew all present were able to perform the
tasks he had for them this occasion…and sighed. Today was a day of choices.
Potentially, it could get heated before calm reigned. They would all step
forward to offer hands, minds and lives, and he could select only four. His
eyes warmed when he noticed individuals catch his gaze deliberately. At one
time or another each had been a teacher to him. Each taught him well, each was
a friend. The wheel had turned, however, and today he was the teacher. He
thought his ability to lead stemmed from his uniqueness and singularity, for
they were multiple units and could argue hard before unanimous decision.
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