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She felt a small moment of nervousness rise up within her then, simply a representation of the uncertainty she felt at laying bare their idea to this King, who she knew so little. How might he take the idea - what might he think of anything? She could never know - judging by what had happened here since her arrival, his leadership was based solely on fighting and war: detesting of frivolous activities such as theatrical performances as time-wasting. Of course, she knew this wasn't true. The entire feel of the pack, and especially the hotel - things did get more cavalier up by the stabling and racetrack area - was so much more bohemian than that, with many members who were more domestically or artistically inclined, who would never have survived under a brutal tyrant. Yes, he was tolerant, but he did not encourage any activity either - nothing since their attack, which had been based on necessity. She appreciated for herself the laid-back style of leadership, where nobody was required to perform in any particular way, which left their options open to choose their own lives and paths within the lands. She would never have wished this to change, but she felt there was always a potential to paint more layers into this picture. Something that brought them unity and caused them to feel and behave like a team, rather than a group of loosely connected neighbours, might lift the spirit of the land somewhat, although to Caspa's mind it did not feel low or negative - merely quiet and peaceful, which she appreciated. There was chaos enough happening in the outside world, and this place had always been designed to be a save haven, and little more. She thought of the hotel, though, the main pack residence with its sumptuous decor and embellished architecture - such a place seemed like it might appreciate a pair of dramatic personae practicing within its halls, and it was this thought that gave her the courage to break her barely tangible pause. "Just a short show of magic and theatre," she explained. "We thought it might amuse ourselves and perhaps others as well. It's still a work in progress though." She did not want him to ask her to demonstrate anything now - not with her painful bones and bruises. "It might be best seen as part of a collection of entertainments rather than standing alone." Now her inherent self-deprecation took over, causing her to underestimate anything she had a hand in to a certain degree. "Perhaps as a celebration or grand event... has the Court ever come together for such occasions in the past?" she queried, still taking in the realisation that the pack had been around for a much shorter time than she'd first thought.
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