Once it's on the paper // mandatory s/hp meeting // we feel better

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Hearing Cry's voice again, he let out a sigh and turned to look at the bird again. "My personal relationship with ya' don' change anythin'. So far, all ya've done is push everyone away, be rude ta' new people comin' in, yell at me, n' now makin' a mockery of meetin's that I called 'cause I'm worried about Snowbound," he snapped. "This is important ta' me n' if it ain't important ta' you, ya' shouldn' be 'ere. I'm eager ta' hear actual ideas ta' make us better. Not ta' have ya' come in 'ere n' act like this is some kinda' huge inconvenience ya' have ta' deal with. Not ta' have ya' come in n' swear at me in a meetin' that I called. This is serious, Cry. I don' have time ta' deal with people that ain't tryin' ta' do anythin' n' don' care. This ain't about me Cry. This ain't about my feelings. This is 'bout you not givin' Snowbound the respect n' care that it needs. If ya' don' care about meetin's or improvin' things, ya' don' deserve ta' have your position." While he never raised his voice, his frustration grew with each phrase. Jacob cared about Snowbound more than anything right now. It was his third home and to think that it wasn't important to someone who he trusted to help run it made him... upset to say the least. At the mention of fire, he visibly tensed but he didn't back away. Not this time. He had to do this, even if it would probably leave him a mess later on. He hated arguing and confrontation, especially in a public place, but there was little he could do to improve things now. He could only hope this would be over before everyone else arrived. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

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