IT'S PROBABLY GOING TO SOUND RUDE | MEETING 7.15

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✭ — out beyond the blue there's a place for people too

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A meeting? Harper hadn't expected anything of this sort, but she supposed, with such a big group of people, it was a good idea to gather them up every once in a while and update them on everything that'd been going on, since probably no one could keep up with everything. Wandering over next, Harper would seat herself at the edge of the group, as she wasn't familiar with anyone gathered thus far, which, really, was no big surprise. Curling pale tail around her paws, the little girl listened closely to what Bast had to say, pleasantly surprised to hear her own name mentioned among his announcements, even if it was only a simple welcome - she wasn't used to any sort of attention back home, and while she wasn't the most comfortable with it, she was at least glad he'd remembered her name, since she'd actually liked the guy when they met. He seemed a little rough around the edges, but she didn't mind. Everyone had their own little quirks, anyway. He went on to mention something to do with necklaces and shards and a Starpool, which sounded cool. The small molly didn't really understand the rest of the stuff Bastilleprisoner said, but she nodded along anyway, and when he was finished and everyone started calling things out, she decided to echo, "Uh, congrats!" For what? She wasn't too sure, but it sounded like they were being given titles or prizes, or something. Whatever it was, everybody seemed pretty happy about it, so she decided that she was, too.

"speech"

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