04-20-2021, 02:47 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 415px;text-align: justify;font-family: times new roman;font-size: 10pt;line-height: 116%;text-indent: 35px;"]Lute couldn't remember ever going to a meeting before. The last time he had been in the Typhoon it was such a short amount of time that he hadn't been able to go to one, so the idea of all the animals gathering around to watch someone speak of things that happened - hopefully the others knew of them too, considering they were simply around - seemed odd to him. In the ocean you simply learned about what things were happening as you heard about them, you didn't go to a special place and hope that someone knew everything and told everyone stuff. It was more word of mouth and gossip.
Despite the oddity of the situation for the dragon snail, he would slowly make his way over, finding a comfy spot to sit down in, eyes squinting as he watched his cousin eat the toad, watched as she left the blood covering her face and paws before deciding that it was time for the meeting to officially start.
Despite the oddity of the situation for the dragon snail, he would slowly make his way over, finding a comfy spot to sit down in, eyes squinting as he watched his cousin eat the toad, watched as she left the blood covering her face and paws before deciding that it was time for the meeting to officially start.