[meeting] Talking about gods

Sparrow hadn't found the time to do much recently. It wasn't that she was overwhelmingly busy, only that she didn't feel the motivation to do anything. With Brandr and Corentine leaving the pack, Sparrow began to question her own purpose. She didn't feel like doing anything.

There wasn't anything for her to do anyway.

Herb supplies were fine and the winter chill brought the death of most herbs anyway. She could sort them all she wanted, but in the end, they were just sitting there.

Archon was entirely too much of a bother to deal with. He asked questions endlessly, but offered little to no responses himself. He seemed to only talk if it was to satisfy his own curiosities.

Sparrow guessed she preferred this to someone more violent, but couldn't he bother someone else? Now he wanted to call a meeting. It was about that time, Sparrow assumed. Sparrow gathered herself and found a decent spot to meet. As she gathered her thoughts, Archon watched- no- studied her.

Eventually, Sparrow let out a call to the pack, wholeheartedly wishing she could throw herself in the rapids instead.