[Jazzy]

As the meeting dragged on, reports slowly trickling in from the various holdfasts, Kiirweyä was growing restless. She wished to be off, to hunt the prey as was their intent, plan out how they would stalk them with her band and start probing the defenses for weaknesses. Every second spent was a second they could have used. 

She looked back at her companions and waved one of them over, discreetly whispering to them so as not to disturb the rest of the meeting. 

"Climb a high tower, as high as you can find, and take flight for the Peaks. Go as quickly as you can, any damages to your glider will be repaired by my own artists. Take a message to the clans, all of them. Tell them to make ready for a great hunt, and call not just the hunters, but all wings. We fly to hunt the Darkness, there is no room for a failed hunt, or we will be the hunted.

"Send fliers, many, to our sedentary cousins too. Tell them to ready themselves, call their boats of which they are so proud, and dress in their metal clothes. Make more as quickly they can, we need them in this fight. Send as many as they can to meet up with the other holdfasts, we will keep them informed of where to go by wing.

"Then tell the hunters to gather among the Upper Peaks. I will come, and when I do, we will all hunt together." 

She grabbed her companion's hand and pulled them close, hands to hearts, a final greeting before a long journey, and whispered. "I hope it is not, but I fear this may be our last hunt. Ningii watch your flight." 

With that her companion was off, quietly extracting themself from the meeting. Kiirweyä just about had time to see them start pulling out their packed up glider as they ran off down a corridor, before the door closed behind them and she returned her attention to the meeting.