12-24-2019, 06:05 PM
Were he a different person, a different spider, the prospect of a meeting would be a welcome return to routine, a sort of safety net of the familiar, a comforting scheduled event, as certain repeated things tended to be.
He was not that spider though, and frankly, he didn't know of any such meeting thing, having not attended the one concurrent with his arrival; so when he heard Leroy's voice yelling for the population of Tanglewood, he had nothing to go off of, except perhaps that one time Miller woke half the population up for... sparring, wasn't it? It was so recent, yet felt like so long ago. Anyways, he was prepared for the worst, crawling over to look up at the general, grumbling quietly under his breath. Instead of yelling about how Tangle was slacking, however, the general was... talking about rankings. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
He listened patiently, compressing his body and lying on the ground, desperately trying not to shiver at the cold breeze and the dusting of white powder against his hyper-sensitive hairs. Moth and Selby got warnings, only one of which he knew; apparently those with ranks had to be actively participating among the clan to keep those ranks. Interesting. Some people got shout-outs for activity, including him - he noticeably perked up upon hearing his name, wondering what he had done. He did suppose he had been around a lot, but... hm. Along the lines of activity, Aurum got promoted to Proxy (some sort of deputy rank? vice president of the swamp?), which made sense if activity was the main way to get promoted. The lion was, simply, everywhere. Truly frightening, he thought.
He grumbled a quiet "congratulations," to any who would listen, waiting for any other news, or if there was a second stage to this whole meeting thing.
He was not that spider though, and frankly, he didn't know of any such meeting thing, having not attended the one concurrent with his arrival; so when he heard Leroy's voice yelling for the population of Tanglewood, he had nothing to go off of, except perhaps that one time Miller woke half the population up for... sparring, wasn't it? It was so recent, yet felt like so long ago. Anyways, he was prepared for the worst, crawling over to look up at the general, grumbling quietly under his breath. Instead of yelling about how Tangle was slacking, however, the general was... talking about rankings. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one.
He listened patiently, compressing his body and lying on the ground, desperately trying not to shiver at the cold breeze and the dusting of white powder against his hyper-sensitive hairs. Moth and Selby got warnings, only one of which he knew; apparently those with ranks had to be actively participating among the clan to keep those ranks. Interesting. Some people got shout-outs for activity, including him - he noticeably perked up upon hearing his name, wondering what he had done. He did suppose he had been around a lot, but... hm. Along the lines of activity, Aurum got promoted to Proxy (some sort of deputy rank? vice president of the swamp?), which made sense if activity was the main way to get promoted. The lion was, simply, everywhere. Truly frightening, he thought.
He grumbled a quiet "congratulations," to any who would listen, waiting for any other news, or if there was a second stage to this whole meeting thing.
tags - "speech"