Ling Qi cast them all a wary look. "...You're going to have me choose between a cryptic metaphors for whatever we're actually going to do, aren't you."
"Hazard of the company," Sixiang grumbled, sitting up with a grimace.
"Well now you've gone and taken the fun out of it," The Grinning Moon said, crossing her arms. "Fine, we can be direct too. In my choice, we'll be going to a place where the dullards at the top of this heap would much rather we not go."
"In mine, we will see to the spread of art too long forgotten and suppressed," said the Dreaming Moon, her smile catlike and predatory.
"And in mine, we will see that a certain secret makes its way to the appropriate ears," The Hidden Moon said somberly, speaking once again through Xin.
Ling Qi glanced between them. She sensed a certain crossover in portfolios for these things. Also they were still being annoyingly vague.