Maesanai Skyblood had received the missives from her Elders in the midst of her morning rituals. Though she was decent and fed, the young woman had adopted a habit of practicing her penmanship during the early hours of her day. This habit had sprung out of her earlier days on the Path of the Artisan. She had loved the runes and symbols of her people, and she had learned to draw them upon her kin's flesh. Now, she practiced the same designs on sheets, wielding a simple pen rather than a needle. It was meditative. The new arrangement, the new Shrine, had all been very hush-hush. That, of course, meant that it was the gossip all across the Craftworld. Maesanai had learned that her old friend Socelan would be among the warriors called upon to undertake this new task. The prospect of being reunited with her friend lifted her spirits considerably, and would likely have provided comfort if she had been anxious about the task looming before her. Fortunately, Maesanai was of a particularly fierce and adventurous spirit, and the quest set before her filled her with anticipation and excitement, rather than nervosity. She finished her affairs, bundled her tools and stashed her artistry aside. She was called upon now. ... Some time later, Maesanai arrived at the Shrine. Others had surely arrived before her, but she was not averse to being fashionably late. She wondered if Socelan had already arrived, as she climbed the steps towards the Shrine, and entered. Immediately, she found five of her companions-to-be. She lingered in the doorway one moment, regarding each of them, before she entered the shrine. Her witchblade was sheathed at her hip and she was garbed in the runic armor of her Path, clutching her mask in the crook of her arm. This left her striking blue eyes and blonde hair revealed, along with the warm smile she afforded them. Her warriors. Formality could wait. The warlock crossed the room and threw her arm, the one not clutching her helm, around the Swooping Hawk's shoulders. "Socelan! You look well," she told him fondly, before she released him and gave him space again, looking about to the others. "And to you, my new friends, greetings all. I am Maesanai Skyblood," she explained, gravitating towards the center of the room as she addressed each of them. "We are not yet full in number, but I am sure the others will reveal themselves in time," she added, her lip twisting in a wry smile.