The thunder booms over the standing stone as the Fall King shifts. "We can no longer hold the Moot to still till we are all present. We must go ahead." His silky voice wove reason into being. "I, the King of the Court of Fall, call this Moot to session bear to witness and contend thy voices King of the Court of Summer and Queen of the Court of Spring." His stormy eyes flashed with a particular annoyance. "We begin or we shall remain here a century more and may thy fields fall fallow in the waiting." This had to be one of the most drawn out Moots he had been in yet, these young ones were so very patient and oblivious to the dangers that would cause. How many Moots had offered advantage to rivals rising in power to challenge the returning Ruler of the respected season? "Humans have built their cities of iron, Wylde Fae roam, and there's that Tuath wandering about. The latter I wish to hear your views upon."