the meeting of the beacons

For such a feared, almost mythical man, the soothsayer was not what Scott had imagined.
He had imagined a tall dark and mysterious individual with wrinkles on his face and the kind of facial hair that one could be forgiven for thinking was merely sheep wool stuck to his face.
In fact, the Soothsayer was a relatively young glasswing, with a bald head and an athletic physique, rounded off with eyes that looked constantly alert and skin as dark as molasses.
Moreover, for the leader of a political counter-movement, his clothes were almost disappointingly mundane; a long-sleeved shirt and cotton trousers served to make him as uninteresting as possible.
The perfect diguise.
In contrast to the houses and other buildings Bethany had taken him into over the last few days, the meeting room for the Beacons consisted of nothing more than a large table and three little LED lights from a torch or a set of christmas lights; save for these, the floor and walls were just bare earth.
Bethany pulled up the two empty seats on the table and sat herself down in the one closest to the Soothsayer at the head of the table, leaving him to take the seat next to her, before leaning over the table and waiting patiently for the meeting to begin.
“Ladies and gentlemen, it would seem that two of our regular members are not with us today, perhaps you would care to explain the absence of your parents to us, Miss DeVandeman?”
The Soothsayer spoke with a voice of warm honey, with power and clarity entirely at odds with his physique, hushing the other fairies through sheer respect alone.
He felt all the eyes of the room swivelling and locking onto him, despite Bethany clearly preparing herself to speak.
He saw her hand trembling a little and felt a little wave of admiration as the Soothsayer gave her a subtle head movement to encourage her to go on, “at two o'clock this afternoon, my parents were both arrested, tortured and grounded. I don't know if either of them will ever fly again.”
There were hushed murmurs of shock and condolences, before the Soothsayer stood up, silencing the entire room again.
Slowly, he walked around the room to Bethany's seat and, with a kindly expression, rested his hands on her shoulder, comforting her physically while simultaneously showing the rest of the beacons that he cared, and therefore, so should they.
“And would you care to introduce the boy to your left?” he said, quietly, as not to startle or pressure her too much.
After all, having seen what she had earlier, Bethany was still in a very fragile mindset.
She took a moment to draw breath, before putting her arm around him and pulling him toward her a little, proclaiming “this is Scott Fields. He comes from the surface.”
The other fairies all gasped in unison.