The News - September 1st meeting

[ophelia.]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia made her appearance within the gathered group, though she didn't flutter down to make her normal entrance. Instead, she slowly padded her way over, one of her normally broad and perfectly kept wings pushed against her side, wrapped in clean bandages, the stark white color standing out among the black of her feathers and fur. Her eyes weren't as sharp as they normally were, gaze tired as it flicked over the group. She hadn't slept well after her incident, kept up by the shaking sensation of lingering pain in her wing and the understanding that something was about to change. The attacks recently weren't for nothing; she was smart enough to figure that out.

Her gaze moved up to Morgan as he spoke. Normally, she kept up with his words easily. This time, it was almost as if there was cotton in her head. It was probably just the sleeplessness. She shook her head, blinking hard before trying to listen up. There were promotions, shout-outs, the task they'd be doing this week, and a mention of Arrow's disappearance. Her brow furrowed at the reminder, an uncomfortable ache in her chest.

Right. Taking a deep breath, she got up to go help out where she could, expression subdued and pensive.