04-17-2020, 08:48 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]if Goldenluxury believed that finally being in decent enough health to hold a meeting would excuse a fall back into old habits, he would beg to differ. He'd seen the exhaustion that weighed her down. Her recent delivery seemed to take even more out of her, and the slow crawl back into some state of normalcy had proved both the leader's strength and, perhaps, her shortcomings. (If they were to be frank, he was still reeling after Roxanne's bloody birthing, so he assumed it could not be much different for any other new mother.)
She hadn't held a meeting in a while, and Ahab had not attended any sort of event as of late - a fair trade, he thinks as he takes a seat. She looked tired, and so did he. They were, if anything, propping themselves up with whatever they could scratch together. Maybe that was enough.
She hadn't held a meeting in a while, and Ahab had not attended any sort of event as of late - a fair trade, he thinks as he takes a seat. She looked tired, and so did he. They were, if anything, propping themselves up with whatever they could scratch together. Maybe that was enough.
[align=center][div style="text-align:right;width:59%;font-family:verdana;"][font=verdana][size=11pt][color=transparent][url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=13462.0][color=black][b][i]LET HIM WHO THINKS HE KNOWS NO FEAR
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE
LOOK WELL UPON MY FACE