LIKE A NEEDLE IN A COMPASS . WEEKLY TASKS

Chicagocrimes really was around everywhere this days. She for sure was the most public face around here, even more so then thier Shepherd. Still they wondered why she never had got promoted or did she just not wanted to raise in ranks?. It seemed a bit odd but they also cared to little to ask. Most of the times they avoided the annoying caracal anyway. They where not fond of her, never had been even less know when he stupidty to this exiler how had 'saved' Val from death's door. Don't make them laugh. Foolish women. She had found herself lucky the Exiler had returned thier Val to her but they where sure there was a reason for it. Fall didn't trust this demons had any good intentions at all, because a devil would always be a devil. " I'll take one." they said with a flink of thier tail.

All these traditions and things felt oddly strange to Delirious, never really having such a thing before in his life. He'd grown up pretty much along....well besides an old friend who simply vanished one day. He'd been saddened by that fact, which meant things had gotten harder before he came here. "I'd like to do something" He didn't sound so sure at first, as Del didn't have the best mind for anything creative. Sure he did a few things in the past, but nothing for a clan of strangers he hardly knew. Hopefully whatever was given to him wasn't out of his league.

"please dont hurt me."

･ﾟ ✦ ° DESTROYED BY GLOBAL WARMING - It was heart warming to see this clan have at least the basics done. In Wind Haven she held weekly tasks, and not so say she didn't mind it, but it was just nice to see someone other pick up the pieces and do it themselves. "Hit me! Er- Not literally, please, but a task would be very, very nice."

"speech"

Foreign was the concept at the spoken words for so called weekly tasks, an assumption they're what their name implies, assignments any could easily partake in creating by gentle encouragement. Feet glide over yellowed grass by the season's changing song, curious youth rather interested in participating in his newly situated life's activities, opaline eyes bright in childish wonder when they settled on Chicagocrimes' figure. "I'd love one too, s'il vous plaît," milk and honey smooth as native language bathed itself on the tongue.

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s'il vous plaît : please

The one who the fire and brimstone woman calls "lil' Icarus" arrives at her beckoning obediently, tufted ears sliding forth upon his cranium. Mikael's eyes lift to the woman but he says nothing, remaining silent yet expectant.

A festival?. Oh they should have expected this. It might be true they had enjoyed planning fesitvals such like this ones or anything really there they got to put to use thier talent to decorate and put up something like this with high quality but now... Fallengrace felt like they had lost the spark not looking much forward to this or even knowing if they would be capable to do so. But of course it didn't matter because this was what they where good at and so everyone expected them to give them what they wanted. It had always been the case, all plans for events and festivals to bond alliences together had been left at thier paws. They had put everything on them so they not needed to go through the trouble. Fallengrace was rather displeased with this, to be told to hold something when nobody else did anything around here to keep in contact with thier alliences. It was all thrown on them. " Sure." was all they said, holding back thier tounge on this one to express thier annoyence over to get something like this on thier shoulder not really in the mood to create a such joyful event there everyone was laughting and having fun, pretending like everything was fine when they where drowning inside. It was the first time they felt a such hatred for festivals, something that usual would bring them in such high spirit. Turning themself around they then simple walked of but before they left gave a side glance down on Cher, pleased to see he was trying to involve himself in this clan and it's activities. They wonder...had the child even seen a festival before?. They left with this on thier mind before they completely disappeared from the scene.