10-09-2020, 06:44 PM
Well, if nothing else, the turnout was more lively at the very least. Which was obviously in part due to the fact that the former meetings they'd held had been for leaders specifically - trying to urge them to try and share news of their groups with each other. Goldie felt no need to spill topics that were no business of others. She wasn't fond of trying to gloat over any potential growths they'd gone through either. The pirates needn't share their life stories with wandering eyes. So, she remained mostly quiet as everyone pitched in, listening as several members from varying groups introduced themselves. Many Pittians gathered, causing a slight interest peak in the tigress. The desert group hadn't crossed her mind much, aside from when they'd taken her ally's leader. There was a slight worry there, that trouble would arise, that she didn't want to deal with, but thankfully that didn't turn out to be the case and everyone seemed mostly at peace at the moment. She did take note of the change in ardents once more. As much as she disliked Gael, she preferred him to whatever the Hell their last one was. He seemed a bit more rational at least.
The tigress decides to turn her attention to Atticus briefly, noting his last name. "Who are your parents, Atticus?" the female asks lightly, looking over the boy. "You look like Crow." She hadn't seen the male since Leroy had popped out, but she did remember he had Selby as a son. Perhaps he was the male's grandson. Haha, what an oldie. Too bad she couldn't rub it in his face.
The tigress decides to turn her attention to Atticus briefly, noting his last name. "Who are your parents, Atticus?" the female asks lightly, looking over the boy. "You look like Crow." She hadn't seen the male since Leroy had popped out, but she did remember he had Selby as a son. Perhaps he was the male's grandson. Haha, what an oldie. Too bad she couldn't rub it in his face.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.