BROKEN CROWN | MEETING 5.27

[Suiteheart]

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Meeting time. There was something so incredibly haunting about that. As she came to a halt in the Grand Circle, her mind tried desperately to place Starrynight atop everyone on the staircase. Her head and heart wanted so badly to see their friend of starlight, but he was gone. Gone. Gone. His inner star had finally collapsed after his fall. He had ultimately become a black hole after his demise, and it was taking down most everyone with it. The light had all but faded completely.

Dull baby blue eyes watched Bastille climb into Starrynight's usual place. Her entire being was weary. Her fur was slightly unkempt, and it appeared as if she were running on fumes. She had stayed up countless hours the last few days, mind too occupied on the state Bastille was in to be concerned with herself. He was waltzing down a self destructive path, and she was trying extremely hard to veer him off course. To no avail, she was sure, but at least she was doing something.

She offered the gray feline and nod and a gentle smile of reassurance as he began. She remained silent as he recounted Starrynight's death, and she found herself unable to focus on anything but her paws. She could hear and understand his words, but she could not look at the grief upon his face; it killed her soul. "I can go," Suiteheart offered, lifting her head finally. Ah, here she was again, off to deliver terrible news. She let an inaudible sigh escape her.

The white feline continued listening, taking note of his hollow smile. There was nothing within it that made it feel real, and God, she so badly wished she was still able to manipulate the emotions of others. Maybe then she could offer her boy some sort of relief. Her mind wandered from this topic to that of all the newcomers. There was a ton... Wow, their little Clan was ever-growing, huh? "Don't forget Neferpitou and Vincet," she said in a gentle tone. The odd duo had joined not too long ago, she remembered. It had been just after everything awful transpired. "Welcome, everyone."

Suiteheart fell silent again as Bast spoke of pendant making, their new little tradition. She wished Starrynight were here to witness it taking off, and with dismay, she realized he would never be able to. She hoped that, somewhere, he was perhaps looking down upon them from the heavens, but she wasn't sure. Maybe it was just wishful thinking. She dismissed these thoughts as he continued with a demotion and a warning. She thought both things were rightly given out. And she made a mental note to do better herself as she had been slacking the previous week.

"If someone who hasn't done weekly tasks before would like to, be my guest, but if no one else wants to, I can," she commented after he finished. As he concluded the meeting, however, she would nod. Nothing further the Cosmic General supposed.