Esmeralda breathed in a flowery scent as the door opened. Inside, it was filled with light, orchids, poppies and bleeding heart flowers were potted everywhere. It was a little haven in the midst of a dark city. In the middle of the room was a round table, surrounded by six chairs. In five of them, rebellion leaders sat. The eldest, a white rooster with a white beard stood. "Welcome Duchess Esmerelda" he croaked. "Please take a seat." Esmeralda raised her beak the slightest bit. "I am not yet a duchess kind sir, my mother still reigns." The aged bird's face crinkled in anger. He looked discustedly at Falcon, a black australorp with an ugly scar across his face. Falcon ducked his head. Esmerelda bubbled with suspicion. Had they tried to kill her mother? Taking a seat she looked quizzedly around the table. "What's the next move?" she inquired. ~ TBC