DEATH VALLEY ; open, memorial invite

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]"Thank you. I hope your travel'll be easy. I'll let our patrols know you'll be headed our way," Suiteheart said, again allowing a small smile to rise. This canine was kind. Out of everyone she had expected to encounter here, it had not been someone as kind as Morgan. She made a mental note to, when this whole thing was said an done, offer her a thank you gift for her show of support.

'I'm sorry, babe. I'm just angry. This is all too fucking much, and -' The message she was sending her wife via their bond was cut off the moment Beck appeared in front of her. She didn't flinch or show any sign of noting him, for she was so used to Bastille doing the same thing to her that she was now unfazed. However, as he began to speak, that familiar anger again bloomed.

"Oh, right. My bad, Becky. How could I forget?" she asked, tone cool. She wanted to comment that she and Margaery were not technically on Tanglewood land as they rested behind the border, but she held her tongue. She wasn't going to push too far. Not today anyway. "You don't have to go to Starry's memorial if you don't want to. It's optional, kiddo." Her flicked an ear, already feeling Margaery's disapproval.

Suiteheart was thankful Margaery had answered Beck's inquiry. Astral Asshole? She hated to admit that that was kind of funny, but her annoyance was outweighing her amusement at the moment. When she spoke, her voice was flat. God, she was ready to get out of here before she blew up. [color=#99182C][b]"Yeah, 's shame we gotta leave."