Catherine entered the Avalon and the specific meeting room devoted to the Incredibly Flammable Clan of Mekhet only a few steps behind the Grand Wyrm. For once she was surprised to feel the low pulse of a beast in the room. Considering her family was known to keep their own beasts hidden, she scanned the faces she didnt recognize until she could guess.
She stepped carefully into the room, the Indigo and gold of her dancers costume shifted slightly catching the light as she moved. It wasnt as if she wasnt used to the light shifting of lights, but even dressed like this she knew she wasnt the most eye catching in the room. Good evening, Priscuss Greyson, Herald Villiers, Regent Brady, Bailiff Sage, She said to those whose titles she knew and recognized with the tone of respect (and proper head dip) due them. Everyone. Please forgive my tardiness.
She noticed the lemonade first, then the flowers. Something in the back of her head wished there was a second glass for the lemonade, considering her recent bad luck with the liquid. She carefully and quietly moves to take the seat across from Dr. Kingsley and notices the notebook and the flipchart
Is there some sort of major plan for this meeting then?