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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>A soft rumble leaves Flora's muzzle as she looks out over the yard from her tent, fiddling a little with the pendant around her neck, before setting back to arranging everything within her tent and the darkened spot therein. She's exceptionally careful to make sure the dress remains unstained. |
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| + | Meanwhile, the Solacious house-staff is hard at work to make sure all the guests are provided with drinks and food and that their every whim is tended to in a timely manner.<br> <br>The Good King arrives with an entourage of several, including several well appointed guards, and Mione, the scholar, to whom he is speaking, "Are you certain?" | ||
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| + | "Absolutely, your majesty. The records are without doubt." | ||
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| + | "Hm," speaks the large monarch as he ascends to his chair to settle his bulk, large sword still strapped to his back. "This will prove interesting."<br> <br>Fenris gazes around at the preparations that have been made for the great unveiling of Flora's picture box. It looks like Angus has certainly done his part in getting the word out for all this. The tiger has so far stuck to the periphery of things, but seeing the Good King make an entrance, he moves closer to where the action is.<br> <br>Cassidy was all dressed up and freshly bathed today. She had to be, for something like this. Had to set a good image for the house, afterall, when the Goodking was going to be around. She brushes her hands down the side of her dress gown and adjusts her long gloves, making sure everything was in order as she took up position with the rest of the Solacious family that was in attendance.<br> <br>Brutus,the rotund skunk, can be spotted amidst a cluster of fellow white-striped black tails, looking oddly like a bejeweled pear in his poofy, shimmering goldenrod garb--the best ones he can rustle up on short notice. He seems to tower over much of his fellows, the wine glass he waves about looking rather small in his fleshy hands. At the passage of the Good King, he clears his throat and sweeps a slow, wide bow more graceful than one would expect from a being his size. As the monarch takes his position of honour, Brutus resumes his grand oration, to the rapt attention of some and the glazed boredom of others.<br> <br>Matthews makes his way into the manner, side stepping around for the most part so as to not cause anyone too much dissatisfaction from his pressence... The apostate dressed rather well, wearing new cleaner clothing that looked to have cost him a rather high amount of crown indeed. His hair groomed and swept back, and for the most part he could almost look noble. The Tomcat making his way to one of the tents as he'd go to wave his hand over his head to let Flora know he made it, a wide grin plastered on his features before he looked over to the King... Giving a deep and respectful bow from his distance away, before turning back to watch Flora. It wasn't every day someone gets such a chance to view the royalty, -and- watch a new invention!<br> <br>Selena wanders into the scene quietly, the wolfess eschewing her typical attire for an elegant evening gown of blue and white despite all previous appearances before the royals or at most other 'important' events having warranted no more decorum than her usual attire. | ||
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| + | Her primary concern doesn't even seem to be the famed king for the time being, too - rather, she looks about the area quietly before spotting the the tigress (partially) responsible for the event before chuckling to herself a little and settling back into the crowd to wait for her to leave the tent - of course, under the assumption she was there. In the meantime, though... The wolfess moves over to the more familiar faces in the crowd; Fenris and Brutus.<br> <br>Asher patters through the gate, smoothing his clothes and adjusting his little, false pince-nez spectacles. The corgi looks around, hoping to spot Flora in her new dress, but not seeing her yet. He fumbles and sweats a little when he sees the king with his entourage, but hurries to find a spot to sit and watch the procedings. No easy task for someone as small as Asher. Maybe there was someone who would let him sit on their shoulders. . .<br> <br>Without warning, a second entourage appears. This one appears to be two guards, two priests, and the Creator from the castle, Doctor Sinclair. She has her usual look of detached aloofness, one hand seemingly tapping at the air itself, which shimmers with faint light at each strike. She is scarcely paying attention as she is led to her position, flanked and guarded from direct contact with the growing crowd.<br> <br>Rogna strolls up to the gathering a little later than most, but certainly not least. The gold and grey clad hippo smiles and adjusts his cape slightly before he approaches the more noble of the group, sure of his appearance he greets a few folks for the sake of being polite before he tries to eye where the star of this event was. He had been waiting quite some time to see what they were working on, it is only proper he show up. He offers the Good King a slight bow of recognition, the King of Sweetwater has taken time out of his busy schedule and is also here to see this, quite a spectacle is has become.<br> <br>Even though it doesn't show, Flora is rather nervous. For obvious reasons, but that doesn't change the facts, of course. A small smile appears as she spots her friends, Selena, Fenris, and Matthews, Asher managing to avoid her gaze for now. | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, she scans the area again, silently observing everyone else, and flicking her twin tails as she notices the king and... That seems to be the creator-doctor she's heard about in the past. | ||
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| + | Meanwhile, the crowd is gathering, food in one hand, wine and other assorted drinks in another, while Flora seems to ponder over which images to show to the good king. Finally, she picks a quartet of images. First, the first picture she ever took, displaying the dial-plate of the clocktower, with the hour-hand blurred out over an area spanning three hours, and the minute-hand completely invisible. Second, the picture of Dupree, the Puzzler, and herself. Third, fourth and fifth, three pictures, two displaying the city as seen from the lighthouse, the last displaying the sea from that same spot. | ||
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| + | Finally, she collects her picture-box and flags a staffmember to carry the nearby tripod over as she heads in the direction of the king. Her pistol handed over, she gestures at the wooden box a few times, allowing the guards to inspect it all-over, before she's permitted to pass. And of course, once she's standing in front of the king, the feline offers a hesitant but deep curtsey to the royal.<br> <br>The Good King offers a nod towards those who bow and show their respect, but his eyes are on the star of the show, ah, and there she is. The guards tense at her approach, but do their duty without complaint. The gun is accepted, and the box looked over for any obviously hostile mathemagics. Once satisfied, she is permitted to stand before him. "I have heard rumor of your device. When Mione described its function to our Creator guest, she insisted to see it with her own eyes. I trust this does not disrupt the demonstration." Not really stated as a question, more a simple statement of facts. "Now, tell me, what is this box called?"<br> <br>Fenris starts a little at the appearance of the creator doctor. So THAT was a creator! In the flesh! Rahn would be devastated that he had missed this. The tiger grins to Selena and nods toward the unusual entourage. "What I wouldn't give for ten minutes with THAT one," he says quietly, for Selena's ears only. He found that he had much in common with the quasi-heretical wolf. Fenris catches a brief flash of color at about knee level, and smirks. "Asher!" he calls, "Over here!" He guestures to the little canine to hurry, "You're going to miss it!" | ||
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A soft rumble leaves Flora's muzzle as she looks out over the yard from her tent, fiddling a little with the pendant around her neck, before setting back to arranging everything within her tent and the darkened spot therein. She's exceptionally careful to make sure the dress remains unstained.
Meanwhile, the Solacious house-staff is hard at work to make sure all the guests are provided with drinks and food and that their every whim is tended to in a timely manner.
The Good King arrives with an entourage of several, including several well appointed guards, and Mione, the scholar, to whom he is speaking, "Are you certain?"
"Absolutely, your majesty. The records are without doubt."
"Hm," speaks the large monarch as he ascends to his chair to settle his bulk, large sword still strapped to his back. "This will prove interesting."
Fenris gazes around at the preparations that have been made for the great unveiling of Flora's picture box. It looks like Angus has certainly done his part in getting the word out for all this. The tiger has so far stuck to the periphery of things, but seeing the Good King make an entrance, he moves closer to where the action is.
Cassidy was all dressed up and freshly bathed today. She had to be, for something like this. Had to set a good image for the house, afterall, when the Goodking was going to be around. She brushes her hands down the side of her dress gown and adjusts her long gloves, making sure everything was in order as she took up position with the rest of the Solacious family that was in attendance.
Brutus,the rotund skunk, can be spotted amidst a cluster of fellow white-striped black tails, looking oddly like a bejeweled pear in his poofy, shimmering goldenrod garb--the best ones he can rustle up on short notice. He seems to tower over much of his fellows, the wine glass he waves about looking rather small in his fleshy hands. At the passage of the Good King, he clears his throat and sweeps a slow, wide bow more graceful than one would expect from a being his size. As the monarch takes his position of honour, Brutus resumes his grand oration, to the rapt attention of some and the glazed boredom of others.
Matthews makes his way into the manner, side stepping around for the most part so as to not cause anyone too much dissatisfaction from his pressence... The apostate dressed rather well, wearing new cleaner clothing that looked to have cost him a rather high amount of crown indeed. His hair groomed and swept back, and for the most part he could almost look noble. The Tomcat making his way to one of the tents as he'd go to wave his hand over his head to let Flora know he made it, a wide grin plastered on his features before he looked over to the King... Giving a deep and respectful bow from his distance away, before turning back to watch Flora. It wasn't every day someone gets such a chance to view the royalty, -and- watch a new invention!
Selena wanders into the scene quietly, the wolfess eschewing her typical attire for an elegant evening gown of blue and white despite all previous appearances before the royals or at most other 'important' events having warranted no more decorum than her usual attire.
Her primary concern doesn't even seem to be the famed king for the time being, too - rather, she looks about the area quietly before spotting the the tigress (partially) responsible for the event before chuckling to herself a little and settling back into the crowd to wait for her to leave the tent - of course, under the assumption she was there. In the meantime, though... The wolfess moves over to the more familiar faces in the crowd; Fenris and Brutus.
Asher patters through the gate, smoothing his clothes and adjusting his little, false pince-nez spectacles. The corgi looks around, hoping to spot Flora in her new dress, but not seeing her yet. He fumbles and sweats a little when he sees the king with his entourage, but hurries to find a spot to sit and watch the procedings. No easy task for someone as small as Asher. Maybe there was someone who would let him sit on their shoulders. . .
Without warning, a second entourage appears. This one appears to be two guards, two priests, and the Creator from the castle, Doctor Sinclair. She has her usual look of detached aloofness, one hand seemingly tapping at the air itself, which shimmers with faint light at each strike. She is scarcely paying attention as she is led to her position, flanked and guarded from direct contact with the growing crowd.
Rogna strolls up to the gathering a little later than most, but certainly not least. The gold and grey clad hippo smiles and adjusts his cape slightly before he approaches the more noble of the group, sure of his appearance he greets a few folks for the sake of being polite before he tries to eye where the star of this event was. He had been waiting quite some time to see what they were working on, it is only proper he show up. He offers the Good King a slight bow of recognition, the King of Sweetwater has taken time out of his busy schedule and is also here to see this, quite a spectacle is has become.
Even though it doesn't show, Flora is rather nervous. For obvious reasons, but that doesn't change the facts, of course. A small smile appears as she spots her friends, Selena, Fenris, and Matthews, Asher managing to avoid her gaze for now.
Meanwhile, she scans the area again, silently observing everyone else, and flicking her twin tails as she notices the king and... That seems to be the creator-doctor she's heard about in the past.
Meanwhile, the crowd is gathering, food in one hand, wine and other assorted drinks in another, while Flora seems to ponder over which images to show to the good king. Finally, she picks a quartet of images. First, the first picture she ever took, displaying the dial-plate of the clocktower, with the hour-hand blurred out over an area spanning three hours, and the minute-hand completely invisible. Second, the picture of Dupree, the Puzzler, and herself. Third, fourth and fifth, three pictures, two displaying the city as seen from the lighthouse, the last displaying the sea from that same spot.
Finally, she collects her picture-box and flags a staffmember to carry the nearby tripod over as she heads in the direction of the king. Her pistol handed over, she gestures at the wooden box a few times, allowing the guards to inspect it all-over, before she's permitted to pass. And of course, once she's standing in front of the king, the feline offers a hesitant but deep curtsey to the royal.
The Good King offers a nod towards those who bow and show their respect, but his eyes are on the star of the show, ah, and there she is. The guards tense at her approach, but do their duty without complaint. The gun is accepted, and the box looked over for any obviously hostile mathemagics. Once satisfied, she is permitted to stand before him. "I have heard rumor of your device. When Mione described its function to our Creator guest, she insisted to see it with her own eyes. I trust this does not disrupt the demonstration." Not really stated as a question, more a simple statement of facts. "Now, tell me, what is this box called?"
Fenris starts a little at the appearance of the creator doctor. So THAT was a creator! In the flesh! Rahn would be devastated that he had missed this. The tiger grins to Selena and nods toward the unusual entourage. "What I wouldn't give for ten minutes with THAT one," he says quietly, for Selena's ears only. He found that he had much in common with the quasi-heretical wolf. Fenris catches a brief flash of color at about knee level, and smirks. "Asher!" he calls, "Over here!" He guestures to the little canine to hurry, "You're going to miss it!"
