Kealani had set up a square of six tables in one of the unused art rooms. She'd put all manner of decorative materials on the desks to create banners, fliers, and posters. 
Alma came into the art room, carrying a box wrapped up in her tail and a couple more stacked in her arms. Her eyes were basically permanently dilated now, fully elongated to their goat-like appearance. She was excited.
Kal laughed nervously. Alma had already made her speech, and it was a good one. Kal, on the other hand, was almost too nervous to walk up in front of everyone.
Alma's smile kind of softened a bit. She got to work pulling things out of boxes. Her own 'Vote Alma' stickers, pamphlets breaking down her platform, and some mock up posters she had made.
"Listen to your heart?" Kal said with obvious disappointment. "All my heart is saying is 'run away.' I hate public speaking."
"Pfft, not exactly. I poured my heart out in my speech because I had personal stake in it. But like. Logic is a good way to go. Know your platform, talk about it as simply as you can, and practice so you don't stumble too much."
Kal didn't say anything for awhile as she worked on different things. Her working method was hectic. She'd work a little on one thing and skip to another, then go back. Like a spider making a web.
Alma nodded, "That's actually a good way of thinking of it. Like, it doesn't have to be super passionate. That's not the only thing this is about. We need good leadership, ya know? And that's more than being super talky."
Kal blushed when Alma looked over her shoulder. Other people seeing this type of work was odd. Kealani was not known for her art skills. She was an artist in a different manner. Which actually gave her an odd idea.
"A jingle? That might actually be really helpful." Alma falshed her fangs at Kal, grinning and nodding excitedly. But she also leaned down close to her running mate's cheek.