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Youkimi didn't want to give up. The thought threatened to plunge her into depression. No... She certainly didn't want that.

However.... if there was a means of granting work to the people there, then they could sustain themselves long enough, and strengthen the economy there enough, to break apart the ground and find the best way to make the land green and fruitful again. If there were enough mines to provide stable work...

That opened up happier thoughts in her mind. Stars of hope...

"If we can open those mines, that will solve multiple problems simultaneously." Her eyes stared blankly ahead, through Dixon, and possibly beyond him. It might have been a bit unnerving to watch. "The revenue will invite interest, trade would encourage the workers there and stabilize money-flow. It will also allow outside resources the freedom to be utilized in other ventures such as testing the soil and finding out what grows best... Perhaps we can uncover the farmland and dirt that have been spared from the fire."

She nodded slightly. Yes... it was a preparatory plan, at least for now. Her eyes focused on Dixon, now prepared to address him and ask a few more questions. "How much manpower and funds do you need to uncover the mines we do know about?"


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An odd figure would be seen wandering around the various shelves of the library, picking out thick leather bound books and stacking them over his arm. The eyepatch, his most outstanding feature, besides the infamous dark hair, he wasn't from around here, he clearly didn't belong there. Not to mention the Phobosian stench of trouble-not literal stench. But he wasn't doing anything wrong, neither was he stealing the books, he was simply stacking them along with a few more he had set on a desk with a few papers and a quill. He seemed to be quite content in his own company, humming quietly to himself with his stack of books and laying them down one by one before going over to see if he could find more that he'd like. It wasn't like he was simply stacking books and making the librarians lives miserable, he was actually jotting down notes in the papers he had laying there. Probably one of the "experiments" he was planning for, or something he was looking for? Either way, that was classified information.

Sitting back down on his desk, he would slip on a pair of reading glasses. Glasses.. He had only a single eye, what was the point? Well, none really, he wore framed correctionless glasses at times to probsbly seem like an intellectual person. Was that even needed? Not really, but he liked it and it phased no one around him so it shouldn't matter. Adjusting his dark metal frame to the bride of his nose, he peered over to the corner of his eye and noticed the odd pair near by. They weren't necessary noisy to distract him, but he could use a little quiet. He turned to them and shushed them when they seemed to just be confirming if they would begin what ever they were planning on doing, turning his gaze back to his open books and sheets.

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Company: No one || Mood: indifferent || Duke || ♆ || Where: Bellris Library || Ren
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♆ Occ: sorry for the sad opening post e u e

She arranged her workplace and processed her thoughts. Yes, she knew of at least two, for the start. However, just before Dixon continued the conversation, a voice lifted to shush the two of them. She turned and looked at the stranger, seeing someone who looked up to them from where he sat. There was an eyepatch over one part of his face, gold iris almost accusing because of the disturbance they were making with their conversation.

Attractive features for a dragon, she offhandedly noted. He turned soon enough to his books and works. Whatever it was he was working on, clearly he didn't want a distraction. Fortunately enough, there was room enough in the library for them all to find their own place if their discussion became too loud for the stranger.

Youkimi's attention returned to Dixon and the matter they came to the library for. She freed a paper and a pen. She then began to write and take down those she wanted to pen a letter to. The letters she wanted to compose would be different, basically. The letter she wanted to pen to the queen would be respectful and straightforward, requesting an audience. The letter she would pen to the prince of Bellris would be inquiring, but direct... She didn't know enough members of the council to inquire further. She would inquire of the prince the letter she received from the stranger that only mentioned the head councilwoman in letter. She wanted to confirm legitimacy. Perhaps a letter addressed to the council as a whole would be worth the ink, as it would help address the issue in question and perhaps set up a conversation they could begin to discuss. This could allow them to set the stage for solving the real problem.

The terms that they wanted.... assistance to rebuild the farms of Ethe. The country still had gem veins and mines as a resource.

"A good place to begin." She noted and brought forth another paper for her notes, things she might wish to include in the letters. "What are our resources? What do we lack?"



OoC: Looks like a good introduction to me. ^^

Clearly amused by the male's outburst and the way he was shush'd by the crowd around him, he wouldn't bother hiding away his smirk before he would continue to read. He decided to give the next tug a little break before he did it again. He would begin to ink down a few more ideas, seeming rather lost in his own world, occasionally brushing his fingers through his hair and then resuming his work again. During all this, he eventually thought it was high time he did it again and there it was, the shadow yanked his hair yet again, this time while the Duke seemed to be minding his own business.

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Company: No one || Mood: amused || Duke || ♆ || Where: Bellris Library || Ren
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♆ Occ:

The discussion really had been going along well. She continued to mark down ideas and arguments as they came forth, as well as began listing various pieces of support that they could use within each point to make their stance stronger. They managed to proceed in this manner for a few minutes before there was a sudden angered outburst by Dixon, who wheeled about and leapt to this feet, the flames he accidentally radiated daring to threaten the particular collection of papers that she was working with.

Not quite immediately prepared for such a situation, but at the same time having received plenty of time to practice with the temperament of her friend, she simply breathed in the excess heat, curbing enough of the edge from the flames about her to avoid any conflagration.

He was aggressive again, though who was the one responsible for this, and in turn setting her work just a hair closer to danger? She followed Dixon's line of sight, and somehow managed to keep a vaguely curious expression despite being somewhat less than amused.



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