MONTHLY MEETING [OCTOBER 2020]

[T. ROUX]

THE GOLD IS SLEEPING IN THE RIVER

With a soft huff, Trygve decided that he would attend the monthly meeting in hopes to possibly see Natyli even if he was a bit uneasy about going in the first place. He couldn't make the trip to make it seem like he had came from the Typhoon and frankly, he wanted to stop pretending. It was tiring and he would make sure to visit Natyli as well as his family from time to time but he felt most at home within the Pitt though he was moreso more loyal to individuals rather than an entire group but they had stood beside him and showed him they cared. A soft sigh left his maw as he made a beeline over in the direction of his best friend with both ears perked forward but stopped realizing that she had taken a seat next to Gael so, he sat back in the crowd of a few NPC Pittians.

Watching the interaction between both Atticus and Goldenluxury for a moment, the draconic jaguar would turn his gaze away to glance around his surroundings. He was certain that this was his first time being here and with his injuries, he probably shouldn't have made the trip but he could care less. He just hoped nothing got out of paw or have the attention turned to him, Trygve wasn't really in the mood and thinking on it a bit more, he could've just made things easier and stayed home. Oh well. To his dismay, Natyli wasn't here like he would've expected.

BUT THE FLOWER'S IN MY HAND
WITH A PALER LEAF AND BROKEN PETAL, I'LL PAINT THE KING AND QUEEN

— Reggan