Holliweave
At the moment, he was not within the Terminal: Holliweave had made doubly- no, triply sure of that. He rarely returned to the Terminal these days, anyway. That was one of the many signs which had driven the emerald Ancient to call this meeting of her peers... There was something off about him as of late. Something that she, though she could not quite put her paw on, was fairly certain needed to be addressed.
Holliweave, though stressed, allowed a thin smile to touch her face as she looked out over her collected brethren. Their colors threw the normally white stone walls of the First Hall into a riotous rainbow, as gorgeous as it was painful to realize that there were shades missing from that blend. The room she had managed to secure for them was spacious: the floor decorated with plush silver shag, and golden beanbags strewn between kindly provided bowls of fruit. Toys, from stuffed animals to mirrors and various other amusements, were readily available to those who felt the need for such things. Water trickled in from a bubbling fountain in the corner, which also helped to ensure that their words would not be overheard.
The Ancient's green flames flickered warmly about her. This was a place of kindness and comfort - so well did their Lady provide for them! She would certainly do what needed to be done in order to protect all who shared this bounty from any suspected devilry.