06-10-2016, 04:47 PM
PHAEDRUS
He nods his head to her, the quiet of the day beginning to develop a deeper sense of peace. Though some could probably look upon him and believe that his inner clock was a tad slow… at best. Maybe it was, maybe he had taken one to many knocks on the head. A bit, I try to keep up. I’m a little behind since the war. He shifts uneasily; a sense of embarrassment makes his head dip a little lower than normal.
When she talks a little bit more he offers a smile. I would be honored. Weir and Ramiel had not made an appearance. Phaedrus made the assumption that at this point they were too busy with other matters. His lips thin in a frustrated line. How was he supposed to figure these things out without their input? When would you like to start? His feathery mane lifts in the breeze and he finds he must blink to keep the hairs from getting into his eyes. The dry roughness of the strands irritating to his pupils until his eyes appear to be moist. At this he shakes out his mane tossing the forelock to the side so that no longer tickles his sensitive face.
His thoughts take a turn while he takes small pause to think over the words he would use. Then he is speaking once more. What would you think if I organized a string of games for the alliances to participate in along with our own caste members? Maybe the winner from the peace caste and the winner from the warrior caste could win something to encourage participation? He waits a little bit longer. Nervous that he was doing the wrong thing by talking to the queen rather than Ramiel directly, never fully sure for the protocol in how talking about these things are. What he did have an idea for was how these games should go, but if he was taking a wrong turn with the authority, and the authority that he was talking to he was worried he would make a fool of himself.
He continues after a bit of discussion with the logistics of how these things would proceed. Maybe for the peace caste in their first round, they can be paired by twos, and whoever guesses the answer to the riddles that they present each other correctly advances to the next round? Then for the second round, where there could be a debate set up, each presenting an argument for their point of view on it, and present how they feel it would be best solved the ones that are the most articulate, and convincing will advance to the final round where they can make an attempted steal from kingdoms outside of their alliances. Of course these are just ideas. Again he waits for a response, and their continued debate before he continues with the warrior cast. for the warrior caste it could include something to the effect of first round being one of mocks, where they are paired and battle the successful ones again moving to the second round. In the second round they could be presented with a war, and an idea of who would be included in their army along with their opposition’s army. Using the information provided they must come up with a battle strategy for their army to win the war, again the ones with effective strategies would advance. The final round being one that they each state what they believe their army caste needs to improve on the most. Including why they believe this, how they think that they the issue could be solved. The winners would be the ones with the most accumulated points over the course of these trials. Well if that wasn’t the most he had ever said in his life he was sure he would fall over dead.
His gaze shifts to the ground worried that his ideas were as stupid as they sounded to himself. It was a lot to think on, and a lot to bother with. Probably too much he admitted to himself.
When she talks a little bit more he offers a smile. I would be honored. Weir and Ramiel had not made an appearance. Phaedrus made the assumption that at this point they were too busy with other matters. His lips thin in a frustrated line. How was he supposed to figure these things out without their input? When would you like to start? His feathery mane lifts in the breeze and he finds he must blink to keep the hairs from getting into his eyes. The dry roughness of the strands irritating to his pupils until his eyes appear to be moist. At this he shakes out his mane tossing the forelock to the side so that no longer tickles his sensitive face.
His thoughts take a turn while he takes small pause to think over the words he would use. Then he is speaking once more. What would you think if I organized a string of games for the alliances to participate in along with our own caste members? Maybe the winner from the peace caste and the winner from the warrior caste could win something to encourage participation? He waits a little bit longer. Nervous that he was doing the wrong thing by talking to the queen rather than Ramiel directly, never fully sure for the protocol in how talking about these things are. What he did have an idea for was how these games should go, but if he was taking a wrong turn with the authority, and the authority that he was talking to he was worried he would make a fool of himself.
He continues after a bit of discussion with the logistics of how these things would proceed. Maybe for the peace caste in their first round, they can be paired by twos, and whoever guesses the answer to the riddles that they present each other correctly advances to the next round? Then for the second round, where there could be a debate set up, each presenting an argument for their point of view on it, and present how they feel it would be best solved the ones that are the most articulate, and convincing will advance to the final round where they can make an attempted steal from kingdoms outside of their alliances. Of course these are just ideas. Again he waits for a response, and their continued debate before he continues with the warrior cast. for the warrior caste it could include something to the effect of first round being one of mocks, where they are paired and battle the successful ones again moving to the second round. In the second round they could be presented with a war, and an idea of who would be included in their army along with their opposition’s army. Using the information provided they must come up with a battle strategy for their army to win the war, again the ones with effective strategies would advance. The final round being one that they each state what they believe their army caste needs to improve on the most. Including why they believe this, how they think that they the issue could be solved. The winners would be the ones with the most accumulated points over the course of these trials. Well if that wasn’t the most he had ever said in his life he was sure he would fall over dead.
His gaze shifts to the ground worried that his ideas were as stupid as they sounded to himself. It was a lot to think on, and a lot to bother with. Probably too much he admitted to himself.
i'll carry this flag, to the grave if i must
OOC: No worries
gives them personality, and is fun to work with <3