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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The doors to the King's Council chamber were closed tight, guards posted and ready on both sides for the safety of the representatives while the council was in session. Flora would have found herself escorted into the room before they closed the doors, and given a chair to the side in the room where she could see the council's table, and the podium she'd soon be ushered to once it was her turn to present her proposal. |
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| + | Ten beings sat along the table, small plagues hanging above each chair to display their name and whom they represented. | ||
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| + | The first, was a heavy set, older looking solacious gentleman, His fur graying considerably from his age. Corneleus Solacious, Military Representative. | ||
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| + | The Second, was a, in all things considered, thin hippo gentleman with a rather fanciful suit and hat. Denarius Good, Naval Representative. | ||
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| + | The third, a small mink woman, clad in some of the finest silks one can find in sweetwater. D'jinza Miyan, Commerce. | ||
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| + | The Fourth is a stout looking badger, clad in his finest armor... Fredric Wellington, Guard. | ||
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| + | The Fifth is a lanky looking raven, her feathers cleaned pristinly and a pair of glasses on her beak. Elenor Friedrics, Academy. | ||
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| + | Standing out amongst all the tall individuals was a small mouse, clad in the robes of the creator church. Amilia Brighttooth, Creator Church. | ||
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| + | Seventh upon the line was a thick bull, he seemed annoyed to be in fanciful clothing. Ben Strongheart, aggriculture. | ||
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| + | The eighth was a sickly looking shrew in heavy clothing. Nathan Briggets, Public Works. | ||
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| + | Nineth seat held a rather professional german shepherd, whom held a special clan badge on his jacket that had all the emblems mixed. Josemite Dagrand, Clan Representative. And finally, sat a large skunk woman, whom had a sickenly large amount of perfum on her. Desiree Blackback, Noble Interests. | ||
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| + | Flora would find herself sitting for a fair few moments as the group of represenatives discussed various issues at the start of the meeting, no doubt a delaying tactic to help them try to gain an upperhand. Finally though the german shepherd rises and clears his throat. "I believe it is time the council recognized the main reason for our meeting today, I for one, motion for our current discussions to be withheld, and to allow Lady Longtail the podium, for her proposal." | ||
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| + | Thankfully for flora, though a few seemed to be uninterested in it, there was a unilatteral cry of aye from the council, and the shepherd motioned to the podium. Lady Longtail, whenever you are ready."<br> <br>"Please, do take the stand Lady Longtail." Mione's voice came from next to flora as the door was opened and finally closed. Tsking slightly as he adjusts his hair. "Apologies for my tardiness, I had a matter taking my attention for a few moments." The dapper figure making his way to his chair near the end of the ten, the plaque reading Council Chair.<br> <br>Flora isn't exactly phased by the eleven beings present, her tails flicking lightly behind her. She seems to have come -especially- prepared, complete with charts, maps, and a scale-model of the building she wants to erect... She's had a busy week, certainly. In addition, she's wearing her dress, completely outfitted for the occasion. "Right, yes... As the council has already heard, Flora has been... Discussing some matters with the High Nobles and the King, yes," she offers, as she unrolls a piece of parchment that has been signed by each of the High Lords and Ladies, complete with the seals of each of the houses. | ||
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| + | "Flora has a plan, yes."<br> <br>"And would you mind elaborating on this plan of yours Lady longtail? M'not meanin' any offense, just curious." The Bull's words were strong and loud, most likely the noble used to hollaring at farm hands. "M'seein' plenty of stuff with you, so I'm plenty willing to listen." The Solacious and Good give a slight nod with the Strongheart as the Mink seems to roll her eyes slightly. | ||
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| + | "Perhaps my good Sir Strongheart, we should not interupt the Lady? I am sure she will tell you the plan." The Mink's words smooth like her silk outfit as she motions Flora on.<br> <br>Flora nods lightly, shrugging for a moment. "Right, yes... Flora was thinking... Everyone here knows that beings are to strive to the creators' image, yes?" the she-cat offers with a warm smile, a flick of her ears, a tailtwitch. "And to reach that ideal, magic and technology are key, yes?" she offers, before pulling out a sketch of Cliffside. | ||
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| + | "And right now, Cliffside is the center of both, yes?" she continues, waiting for the council to consider her rethorical questions...<br> <br>Of everyone present, the shrew seems the most happy by it, the creator church representative nodding happily. Though at the mention of Cliffside, the Solacious gives a scoff and rolls his eyes, before motioning for Flora to continue... Oh he still held grudges it seemed.<br> <br>Flora nods, her ears flicking lightly. "So. Flora was thinking... What if Sweetwater wanted to take that title? How would Sweetwater do it?" she offers, her ears flicking lightly. "One way to do it is to offer the best of the best a place, a way to show their craft, to show their work, and to find patrons for their arts," she notes. "And, more importantly, that way, sweetwater can show people that Sweetwater is commited, yes."<br> <br>The council takes turns looking at each other, before slowly looking back to Flora. "... And your plan miss Longtail... Is to make a... building?" The Bull's tone hinted at his confusion, though the shrew scoffs."Hardly, though I have no doubt to believe such construction wouldn't be a boon for us to begin with." | ||
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| + | "A boon for you perhaps mister Briggets." The raven speaking up as she sighs once. "Please, Miss Longtail, continue, and feel no need to leave us in suspense. That you have come here with all this signed, means you already have our undivided attention, and curiousity."<br> <br>"Yes. But no," Flora notes with a smile on her lips. "This is a convention center, yes. LIke the big hall at the Academy, but bigger, for longer events," the she-cat notes. "During fall, it can be used to host fairs when the rain makes it impossible to have a fair outside," she rumbles.<br> <br>"And the first such fair... Would be focused on magic and technology, yes. Both of which should be of some interest to miss Friedrics, yes?""<br> <br>"You need not play to my interests Lady Longtail. Begining a process to end that craven academy in Cliffside is more than enough reason for myself, I assure you." The Raven gives Flora a solemn nod, before the Badger, Fredric Wellington, for the guards spoke out next. | ||
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| + | "You will have to excuse my line of questioning Lady Longtail, as I am certain you have answered questions like these a hundred time over on your way here... But how exactly, does a... 'convention center' as you call it, attract these individuals here? As loath as I am to say it, I would imagine plenty are rather comfortable in their abodes in Cliffside." | ||
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The doors to the King's Council chamber were closed tight, guards posted and ready on both sides for the safety of the representatives while the council was in session. Flora would have found herself escorted into the room before they closed the doors, and given a chair to the side in the room where she could see the council's table, and the podium she'd soon be ushered to once it was her turn to present her proposal.
Ten beings sat along the table, small plagues hanging above each chair to display their name and whom they represented.
The first, was a heavy set, older looking solacious gentleman, His fur graying considerably from his age. Corneleus Solacious, Military Representative.
The Second, was a, in all things considered, thin hippo gentleman with a rather fanciful suit and hat. Denarius Good, Naval Representative.
The third, a small mink woman, clad in some of the finest silks one can find in sweetwater. D'jinza Miyan, Commerce.
The Fourth is a stout looking badger, clad in his finest armor... Fredric Wellington, Guard.
The Fifth is a lanky looking raven, her feathers cleaned pristinly and a pair of glasses on her beak. Elenor Friedrics, Academy.
Standing out amongst all the tall individuals was a small mouse, clad in the robes of the creator church. Amilia Brighttooth, Creator Church.
Seventh upon the line was a thick bull, he seemed annoyed to be in fanciful clothing. Ben Strongheart, aggriculture.
The eighth was a sickly looking shrew in heavy clothing. Nathan Briggets, Public Works.
Nineth seat held a rather professional german shepherd, whom held a special clan badge on his jacket that had all the emblems mixed. Josemite Dagrand, Clan Representative. And finally, sat a large skunk woman, whom had a sickenly large amount of perfum on her. Desiree Blackback, Noble Interests.
Flora would find herself sitting for a fair few moments as the group of represenatives discussed various issues at the start of the meeting, no doubt a delaying tactic to help them try to gain an upperhand. Finally though the german shepherd rises and clears his throat. "I believe it is time the council recognized the main reason for our meeting today, I for one, motion for our current discussions to be withheld, and to allow Lady Longtail the podium, for her proposal."
Thankfully for flora, though a few seemed to be uninterested in it, there was a unilatteral cry of aye from the council, and the shepherd motioned to the podium. Lady Longtail, whenever you are ready."
"Please, do take the stand Lady Longtail." Mione's voice came from next to flora as the door was opened and finally closed. Tsking slightly as he adjusts his hair. "Apologies for my tardiness, I had a matter taking my attention for a few moments." The dapper figure making his way to his chair near the end of the ten, the plaque reading Council Chair.
Flora isn't exactly phased by the eleven beings present, her tails flicking lightly behind her. She seems to have come -especially- prepared, complete with charts, maps, and a scale-model of the building she wants to erect... She's had a busy week, certainly. In addition, she's wearing her dress, completely outfitted for the occasion. "Right, yes... As the council has already heard, Flora has been... Discussing some matters with the High Nobles and the King, yes," she offers, as she unrolls a piece of parchment that has been signed by each of the High Lords and Ladies, complete with the seals of each of the houses.
"Flora has a plan, yes."
"And would you mind elaborating on this plan of yours Lady longtail? M'not meanin' any offense, just curious." The Bull's words were strong and loud, most likely the noble used to hollaring at farm hands. "M'seein' plenty of stuff with you, so I'm plenty willing to listen." The Solacious and Good give a slight nod with the Strongheart as the Mink seems to roll her eyes slightly.
"Perhaps my good Sir Strongheart, we should not interupt the Lady? I am sure she will tell you the plan." The Mink's words smooth like her silk outfit as she motions Flora on.
Flora nods lightly, shrugging for a moment. "Right, yes... Flora was thinking... Everyone here knows that beings are to strive to the creators' image, yes?" the she-cat offers with a warm smile, a flick of her ears, a tailtwitch. "And to reach that ideal, magic and technology are key, yes?" she offers, before pulling out a sketch of Cliffside.
"And right now, Cliffside is the center of both, yes?" she continues, waiting for the council to consider her rethorical questions...
Of everyone present, the shrew seems the most happy by it, the creator church representative nodding happily. Though at the mention of Cliffside, the Solacious gives a scoff and rolls his eyes, before motioning for Flora to continue... Oh he still held grudges it seemed.
Flora nods, her ears flicking lightly. "So. Flora was thinking... What if Sweetwater wanted to take that title? How would Sweetwater do it?" she offers, her ears flicking lightly. "One way to do it is to offer the best of the best a place, a way to show their craft, to show their work, and to find patrons for their arts," she notes. "And, more importantly, that way, sweetwater can show people that Sweetwater is commited, yes."
The council takes turns looking at each other, before slowly looking back to Flora. "... And your plan miss Longtail... Is to make a... building?" The Bull's tone hinted at his confusion, though the shrew scoffs."Hardly, though I have no doubt to believe such construction wouldn't be a boon for us to begin with."
"A boon for you perhaps mister Briggets." The raven speaking up as she sighs once. "Please, Miss Longtail, continue, and feel no need to leave us in suspense. That you have come here with all this signed, means you already have our undivided attention, and curiousity."
"Yes. But no," Flora notes with a smile on her lips. "This is a convention center, yes. LIke the big hall at the Academy, but bigger, for longer events," the she-cat notes. "During fall, it can be used to host fairs when the rain makes it impossible to have a fair outside," she rumbles.
"And the first such fair... Would be focused on magic and technology, yes. Both of which should be of some interest to miss Friedrics, yes?""
"You need not play to my interests Lady Longtail. Begining a process to end that craven academy in Cliffside is more than enough reason for myself, I assure you." The Raven gives Flora a solemn nod, before the Badger, Fredric Wellington, for the guards spoke out next.
"You will have to excuse my line of questioning Lady Longtail, as I am certain you have answered questions like these a hundred time over on your way here... But how exactly, does a... 'convention center' as you call it, attract these individuals here? As loath as I am to say it, I would imagine plenty are rather comfortable in their abodes in Cliffside."
