At first, Lolitra could hear the words of the individual in the Royal Chambers, but as the debate touched on more delicate issues like - 'who should be their king?' the heated exchanges escalated to a confused fremescent tirade punctuated only by visual outbursts of vehement verve of the individual. She frowned at this fremescence then stilled it with a simple lifting of her right paw – only one continued, his voice bounced off the tall walls of the chambers, each echo thumping its meaning ever harder home, “…I still think that the queen should do our bidding…” Her heart sank, as she knew the time drew nearer, and she may no longer have a choice. Lolitra’s own myriad of thoughts each vied for attention so much so that they too became a fremescent din that would not be so easily silenced.