The committee meeting was supposed to be about winter access logistics.
It was not that for long.
Daven — twenty-four now, with twelve months of committee experience and the specific quality of someone who had been wrong once and had decided to be useful for the rest of his life — stood up eight minutes into the agenda and said: "I'd like to table the logistics item and present something else first."
Brynn, chairing, looked at him.
This was not standard procedure.
The look she gave him lasted three seconds. It contained: *this had better be worth it.*
"Go ahead," she said.
He presented for eleven minutes.
Nara was at the back, sitting in for Zevran who was in a concurrent Hold session. She'd been to enough committee meetings to read the room temperature — this one changed in the fi
