WORLD IS STIRRING SICKLY / meeting

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]Chickenbone found himself in an odd limbo as he made his way to the meeting at the blow of the horn, ears pricked and eyes wide as he looked over those there, soon pinning them to the skull of his head as he quietly slithered through to his father and grandmother. Used to the happy bustle of the Typhoon, he was worried about those around at the moment. Though he knew they were mourning - something Chickenbone couldn't find himself to do, considering his relationship ( or lack thereof ) with Sam - but they were all so quiet, and so tired.

Finally taking a seat, the squirrel child would look up towards the mourning captain, watching, waiting, and listening.