POOR GEORGE / meeting

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

The time had come for yet another meeting, not too long after the last meeting that had been held – Roan's own, as awkward as that was to think about. It wasn't that the siamese had disliked holding a meeting or sharing news, but it brought up disturbing thoughts for the feline. He didn't want to think of a time where he or anybody else would be holding meetings in the place of Goldie. She had been the leader since he was just a child, and he hoped that she would stay that way for many more months – or years – to come. Still, now wasn't the time for thoughts like that. Now was the time for gathering, and for news. With this in mind, Roan found himself flying over, his usual herb bag bouncing against his side as he came to land amongst the crowd. He noticed Michael had come to a seat nearby as well, with Lovekit enthusiastically dashing over to listen to what his mother had to share with them all.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan