A new start for the Neonate Council

[LittleBird]

A smile creeps over her lips at such a proposal, "What a unique outlook Mr.Grey, a useful and practical one too-however not all will see it that way," Kira looks to Constance expectantly, “Well, being the only non neonate in this room darling, do you have any advice for us? Do you agree with Mr.Greys suggestions? Or do you feel that us young upstarts teaching and spreading our power amongst ourselves will only be greeted with suspicion? Unless its cultivated quietly and only made public when we are more useful tools for the elders wise hands?"

[CFlaubert]

Constance put her book down with a sigh. It had only taken the start of the conversation for annoying matters to come up. She raised both her eyebrows at Kira's words, and looked around the table.

"My role here is to report back to Prince Beauclair on the conversation which took place. I have no great desire, Mr Grey, to tell him, that at the first, reinstated Council of Neonates, the first suggestion was the casual dispersal of knowledge, among neonates, that has been studiously cultivated and protected by the Clans through the course of time. I do not believe that this will provide the assurance he seeks. Kira is correct. A majority of Elders will not see things your way Mr Grey. How do you believe they have held onto power in the first instance? It is certainly not by conveying their knowledge to all who will listen."

"My advice to you all, would be to determine, among yourselves, what it is you wish to achieve by the convening of this council? What is it's purpose? if it is merely to collate those of a lesser age together, in order to complain vociferously about the lot of the neonate, and console each other about the unfairness of unlife, then you should come equipped with a mug of tea and a handkerchief. If your purpose is to show the Elders that you have use, and purpose beyond that which they might realize, then you need to acknowledge that for them, an increase in usefulness equals an increase in danger to their power, and their hold on society. "

"If I were you, since Prince Beauclair has requested I attend the first two sessions of this council ONLY. I would perhaps spend two meetings discussing the supportive and helpful nature of your Elders, and then reevaluate your agenda after that"

With that she picks her book up, and returns to her previous page.

[Eric Lunaris]

Eric's greatly entertained by the Gangrels suggestion, giving a hearty laugh. First charging into Gloucester, and now sharing disciplines; certainly a Sabbat.

Constance was certainly correct, if she was hear for only a short time then it was best to give her a few things to talk about. Eric clears his thoat and speaks in the most serious of tones, "I must say that ma primogen is very helpful in tending for our clan. Ye'know, with huntin' n' makin' sure the firebloods don't get too close to us. Stability of the Camarilla. Done." He punctuates with a nod. "Right, now everyone 'ave a turn."

[Mrs K. Saunders]

Katherine listens to Mr Grey's suggestion and is not entirely sure how that would be seen by the Elders. Kira makes a good point but why is she referring to Constance for her opinion? Constance is here as an observer only.

Katherine listens to Constance's lecture with her blood starting to boil. As Eric gives his sycophantic answer, she cannot longer keep quiet.

"Eric, I think of all of the Malkavian clan would feel the same about Lady Valeria. However is seems a pointless waste of time to just praise our elders. It certainly was not my intent for the evening and I truly would hope that the aim to improve relations between Elders and Neonates would not be looked on as a negative venture. I would hope also Constance not give a false report to the Prince as to what occurs here."

Her eyes are flashing with barely concealed anger.

[CFlaubert]

Constance glances up from her book as Katherine finishes.

"You can be assured that I will give the Prince a verbatim account of what takes place here." She nods.

She returns her attention to her book.

[Christine Daye]

"Well then..."

Christine seems barely able to contain her mirth.

"...if the Prince will hear a full and true account of our meeting, as is right and proper... "

she inclines her head to Constance

"...perhaps we could discuss the vexing issue of which Toreador it is who bathes in milk - to preserve their complexion - so much that they require their own pedigree dairy herd? I cannot say that I've noticed any with exceptional quality of skin - but it must work, mustn't it?"

She smiles sweetly at everyone, humming softly.

...I feed my own soul... I chose my own goal...swim through any shoal and out against your tide...

[Violet Clyntahn]

As the conversation starts Violet simply sits and examines her finger nails. She smirks slightly at Lady Kathrine’s choice of topic, this turns into a full grin at the Mr Grey’s suggestion but she remains focused on her fingernails. Apparently tonight all ideas would have a fair hearing, even the stupid ones.

Finally unable to resist any longer she looks up from her nails. “Oh are we complementing elders tonight? I have one! My sire is very …” She looks towards the ceiling as if trying to find the right word. “Gracious” She gives a nod as if somehow proud of her input before returning her attention to her fingernails.

This lasts but a second before she looks up again, giggling, looking truly interested at the Christine’s input. “Bathes in milk?! Perhaps it would be best if we compiled a list of the Toreador it could be and then take the time to eliminate each based on what we know of them?”

[Regulus Grey]

Regulus tilts his head slightly at the sudden change in conversation, a smile tugging st the corners of his mouth. Moving over to one wall he leans against it so as to keep the whole room in his sight.

"Surely...each night whatever changes have occurred will revert? Unless this Toreodor bathes in milk every night. That sounds like quite a lot of effort."

Taking a moment he examines Violet out of the corner of his eye, noting her behaviour.

[LittleBird]

"There are not many of us fair roses left in our Court," Kira shrugs demurely, "Yet I am curious to your thoughts-who knows..." she clicks her neck, letting her ringlets sway and her finger tips flicker along to her neck to to flick an artfully stray hair away, "Perhaps I even know the answer which you seek," her eyes once again waltz from face to face as she purrs between a soft laced smirk, "Besides, perhaps they bathed in milk while they walked in the sunlight, perhaps it is a ritual close to their tender hearts and ever more tender skin?" she billows a coy giggle, curiosity piqued at this trivial yet somewhat entertaining game-a game welcome at any roses table.

[Christine Daye]

Christine resists the temptation to roll her eyes, instead sighing gently.

"Yes, Mr Raven. The changes do revert."

Her voice is mild, though with an air of someone explaining something that should be obvious.

"That is why they would need a whole herd of cows... though Miss Kira is right... it could be a mortal habit carried over..."

She claps her gloved hands together in delight.

"Oh, Miss Kira, you cannot hold out on us! If you know who this person might be, then you must tell us! Or we shall be driven mad with curiosity!"

She giggles again, humming happily.

...I say my own name... and I weigh my own shame... I don't need you smiling by my side...