CHEAT DEATH IF YOU WANT TO | MEETING 9.3

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Upon the edges the dark child lingered, never letting himself become apart of those gathered, uneasy breaths escaping him all too clearly showing the worry he felt. Never had Harland enjoyed the presence of crowds, too many packed together, cloying as their body heat and words washed over him, but he felt he needed to be here. Ears perked when a particular name was called and slow was a smile to take hold, gaze flicking about the space, seeking out Moon. But he seemed unlucky in this, the lion was almost out the door entirely when he spotted him, words dying on his lips and he seemed rooted to the spot, unwilling to follow just yet.