~Mixture.~

[MrJoshy 130]

A large poster hangs in the entrance of New Malinor's gates, as well as a tree nearby the Conclave. It is beautifully detailed, with three elves standing shoulder to shoulder, each one's left arm around the other. One is a Mali'ker, the most muscular of the races, standing on the left. The second is on the far right, a Mali'aheral, with his arm around a shorter Mali'ame's shoulder in between the two of the taller elves.

Their order is Male, Female, Male. The Mali'ker's face on the left is handsome, with a wide, bright smile, with white hair and magenta eyes. His face is kind, and attractive.

The Mali'ame in the middle's skin is tan, and they have long brown hair that falls just past their hips. Entwined in this long hair is a series of twigs, holding it all in place. Her face is kind as well, and wears a bright smile. She is fairly attractive.

 

The Mali'aheral's face is intelligent and stern, though he holds a certain gleam in his eye that says, "We are ready," washing you over with a sense of strength, and determination. He looks to hold the knowledge of a thousand human scholars, if not more, in that one large brain. 

 

Written below is a long note, though worth the read.

 

"Stepped upon. Unequal. Hated. Old. Wise. Loving. Kind. These are the simple words that make up the Mali as a whole. We have been stepped upon by the other races, yet we welcome them with open arms, trustingly, never questioning. The only safehaven we have left is Mali'nor, and that is slowly being taken apart by the High Council. The only retribution we have in our beloved homeland now is the Conclave, and the hope that they will fix this broken building with the few pieces that are left.

I do not think the other races lesser, nor should you. We all come from the same place, the same blood, the same creation. All we do is look and think differently. We do not have to all be exactly alike, just treat each other well. I ask one simple favour of all that read; please, treat each fairly, and without contempt. I assure you that if this is done, we will all get along fairly well.

-Serenity."

[Moot 1719]

Kalameet smiles at the poster, a feeling of warmth flowing through him.

"I applaud those of who made this poster. You have captured our vision grandly; the Conclave will stay true to it's word. Unite the Mali people, not under one roof, but under one goal and belief.

As Malinors branches wither, mold and kindle their kin; A sun rises over new branches."

Kalameet recites softly, promptly departing.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Tyrnal grins as he sees the note.

"Change is needed, me friend, but not now."

[Aerabula 11]

*Airwalk glances at the poster and skims over the words.* "Finally, I'll stop being the victim of racial segregation."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.