[b][i]Shortly before sunrise...[/i][/b]

Turaga Watiri was pacing the turaga's shared office impatiently. She has called for the other elders to be woken up and assembled, wishing to tell them while the vision was fresh in her memory. The more she kept thinking of her vision, the more worried she become. The promise of new Toa was great, but that inherently came with the promise of a peril that would need to be challenged, even if the vision did not show her, as was the case. No, the vision was quite clear. Avsa Nui was on borrowed time before it faced an invasion. Ora-Koro needed to be prepared, and the four Toa promised to them found.

As soon as the other elders came in, Watiri shared her vision, as well as a copy of the record she made on the tabled for each of them. "With that in mind, brothers, I would like to call for a meeting immediately. We need to see that our destined Matoran are prepared. I am reasonably confident two are members of the guild and one is a member of the guard, although the identity of the fourth one eludes me. Deep All I can remember are deep blue and metal color scheme, although I could not tell you whether the metal is silver or gold. Does that sound like any of the Matoran you may know? And if not, what do we do? Do we wait, or just assign a matoran who we think would make for a good toa and hope to Mata Nui we made the right choice?"

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[i][b]The town...[/b][/i]

As her vision cleared once she fixed her mask, Fiera looked up at the other matoran. Given her stature, it was impressive that he remained standing. Judging by the colors, he was a member of either the stone or earth tribes, which likely contributed to his sturdiness. [color=cc4444]"...I-I am fine."[/color] she stammered as she flipped on her feet with a grunt of effort, collecting her blade and launcher. [color=cc4444]"I heard something about an emergency meeting? Shadows blast it, the Turaga will not let me rest."[/color] she moaned, but looked in the direction of the center of the village. [color=cc4444]"Shall we? Oh, I'm Fiera. Pleased to meet you and apologies for running into you."[/color]

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[i][b]The observatory...[/b][/i]

Atziri was about ready to go to sleep after a fruitful night. The skies were clear for most of the night before the storms started gathering, so she managed to record a decent amount of data on the position of the stars before the sky turned foul. Afterwards, she spent the rest of the night recording her findings, hoping to rest briefly during the day and to go over her findings before evening. Alas, rest was not to be had, as she heard someone gasping for breath approach before hammering on the door of her hut.

Quietly cursing, she walked down form the observatory floor [color=ffd700]"Comiiiing, what is it? Is there a fire?"[/color] she called before she even opened the door, only to see a Le-Matoran messenger trying to catch her breath. "There is- Going to be- an emergency- Meeting. Woman do you- have to live- so high up on the hill?" Makani asked, finally having reached eveyone. Now she jsut had to make her way back to the town square, which was mercifully down hill.

[color=ffd700]"Well, having an observatory underground would defeat the purpose, wouldn't it?"[/color] Atziri rolled her eyes, before grabbing a bag, shoving her recordings in and following the Le-Matoran out.