MONTHLY MEETING [ MARCH 2021 ]

[michael t.]

ALL I FOUND THE SPACE BETWEEN THE SPACES
STANDING IN THE NOTHING, AND TIME RECLAIMS YOU

Staying in the temple. That was a good sign, at the very least. Obviously it wasn't great that Trygve had been injured, but at least he was getting the care he needed. As uneasy as Michael usually felt about The Pitt – through no fault of Gael's, to be fair – he trusted that Aine was a good medic. Not only that, but he knew that she cared deeply about Ry, just as he and Roxie did – although in a different way, obviously. She'd do her dammedest to make sure that he remained alright, and that was enough to make the dealer's dark fur settle, at least for the moment. He nodded to Gael as the other spoke, muttering in response as his tail twitched behind him, "Yeah... I'm sure you're right about that. No matter how old that kid gets, he's always gotta be causing some kind of problems." Despite his words, Michael's tone was one of fondness, even as he scrubbed at his face with a paw. He just really hoped that Trygve wouldn't go rushing out to get himself hurt once again.

When the vulpine mentioned talking to Trygve about visiting, Michael found himself hesitating. On one hand, he really did want Ry to visit. He wanted to be able to see the other again, and know with complete certainty that he was safe. On the other hand, there was a chance that Gael encouraging him to visit would only have the opposite effect. Ry had always had a bit of a contrarian streak, and the dealer wouldn't put it past his nephew to reject Gael's advice as well. However... he wanted to take that chance. Both for his own selfish reasons, and also so Trygve would come and see Roxie. Hell, did the other even know that his mom was captain at this point? With a bit of a sigh, Michael found himself muttering, "Actually... if you could, that'd be great. I'm sure you've got plenty to worry about, but... his family worries, you know? Myself, and Rox, and everybody else. I swear, the kid has just forgotten about us." He chuckled a bit humorlessly, his tail twitching behind him. He knew deep down that Trygve really hadn't forgotten, but it still sometimes felt that way.

Although his main focus was on Gael and The Pitt's business, Michael couldn't help but take notice when Winterhymns spoke up. Rhinestonestar was missing? That wasn't... great, especially considering the Glades' and the Typhoon's status as allies. That status was something that Roxie and Rhine had fostered together, and Michael didn't want that to change. Still... this Win guy seemed reasonable. He didn't seem like the type to just toss alliances aside on a whim. Turning slightly on the spot, the darkly colored bobcat smiled up at Winterhymns, muttering as he did so, "Ah... well, I wish you luck in your new leadership, whether it's temporary or not. I'm Michael, and I'm one of the dealers of The Typhoon, alongside Keona." He gestured one paw towards Keona, shooting her a smile even though he knew she couldn't see it.

— Reggan