COME DOWN, COME DOWN - MEETING, 3/24

[aesior]

AESIOR OPHELES

✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go

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Ears pricked and focused towards the one speaking at the head of the group, noting the nervousness within him. A soft breath left the mute, his whiskers twitching as his tail flicked at his side. Words, speaking of the group and of promotions. Hearing his name and seeing the smile on Arlo's face, his head tipped slightly. He understood that he'd been offered a promotion, to which he nodded with a thud of his paw on the ground. He didn't know why he would deserve such a thing, but he would accept it and make sure to pay the group back more for giving him enought trust to let him be promoted.

Sitting up as the meeting continued, he would raise his paw at the mention of the patrol and the journey to the frostblown, indicating he would like to join both events, even if it didn't matter much to anyone else. He wanted to work hard to make them think he was worth whatever it took to live here, he didn't mind if they treated them an outcast as long as he felt like he put in the work. Flicking his ears at the mention of a biweekly task event, he bowed his head to think. Could he give some tasks to others? Usually he was the one to accept the tasks, not give them out. Well - if nobody else took the reins, he could do it. Nodding to Lorelei as she came late, his gaze casting over the other bodies, tail laying against his side.

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✯ — MALE. THE GOLDEN EYE. MEDIUM DIFFICULTY. REF. LANGUAGE GUIDE. — ✯

#psychosocial.