THE FUTURE / meeting

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

It was that time again, the horn bellowing, the tigress exiting the Tempest to take flight and glide over the shoreline until she reached the Deep Sea Dome's entrance. She strolls in casually, hopping up to the throne, tail curling around her paws. The long period of peace between the groups was still upon them, as far as they all knew, and while there were a few red flags from the most recent letter she'd received from Sophiea, there were a number of explanations that could be given. She'd made the plan to visit their ally in a few days to make sure everything was alright - they were due for one anyway. But, other than that, the female only had the general rank changes in mind, as well as announcements of upcoming little events for the end of the month. And so, she goes over everything quietly in her head as she awaits everyone to gather.