Jericho has already told everyone to meet him at the greenhouse around this time (the time being midday, the sun high in the sky directly above him and streaming through the glass panels to warm his ginger fur), and thus he prepares for their first gathering.  He doesn't even know what he's going to say, really, he just knows they need to get together and speak about the future of their guild.  He supposes that's more of what this is — a discussion, not a meeting.  Jericho has no real interest in talking at his clanmates (he does more than his fair share of that during clanwide assemblies and it isn't fun), he'd much rather talk with them.  So he readies the greenhouse, clearing the walkways of pots and making sure all the tools have been put back into their proper places upon the shelves in the back.  The tabby wishes he had tea, but there's nothing to make any with here and he's too far from the town to go back and fetch some.  He settles instead for laying out some trays arranged with an array of his favorite fruits from the orchard, among them strawberries, oranges, and nectarines.  The little tomcat himself manages to leap up onto one of the tables and seats himself between a pot of just-sprouting lilac and a clump of amethyst-hued comfrey, tiny frame nearly obscured within the chaotic mess of flowers and herbs.  Nevertheless Jericho straightens himself, blind eyes wide and searching, and waits for the other Divines to arrive.

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