Internally, Keltor breathed a sigh of relief. If half of them had thrown up their arms and stalked out of the room upon hearing her plan, it wasn't like there were legions of backups. She might well need every single one of them. Externally, though, her only response to the unanimous agreement was a sharp nod and to roll the map back up.

"Excellent," she said, and there was a definite undertone of relief. "You all have one hour to prepare and notify who you will. When that hour is up...anyone who has not reconsidered their decision should meet me on the northernmost tip of Ambrell Ridge. Pack lightly, but well. I don't know when we'll be returning."

Anara tapped the tabletop idly, doing some quick calculations. "With the dry winds, it's two day's fly to Kendrigan," she began, eyes narrowing at nothing as she reviewed the plan she'd long ago concocted. "There are scatterings of tiny islands between here and there, little more than rocks with a few trees here and there. We'll rest every twelve hours—I don't know what we'll face when we reach Kendrigan, so I'd prefer the dragons well-rested. I'd suggest feeding before we go—"

Her lips twitched as she caught a very insistent agreement with that 'suggestion' from Inirath, but she suppressed the smile and continued on. "—both yourselves and your partners." Anara straightened, maps once again tucked under her arm. She re-counted the group automatically and her mouth twisted slightly to the side as she realized another one from the list had arrived. "Someone summarize for Flynn. Say goodbye to those who'll miss you. Anyone with further questions may follow me. Dismissed."

With that, she turned and left the room without another word, half of her mind on the faces and personalities of the riders she was going to have to depend on, the other half entirely focused on the languid stretch of Inirath as the dragon's excitement banished the last of her sleepiness and she spoke directly to her rider.

[i]This is going to be [b]fun.[/b][/i]