you better pray to the moon in the middle of the night Who: The Dog King & Council Where: The Council Chambers What: Talk of big cats and big moves. When: Evening, September 4 2018
i get high as the morning sky, this song i sing will never die. i get low as a gravel road, in a thousand tongues my story's told. i'm throwing heat like a funeral pyre, we can get along like a house on fire. this world is cold, this world is mean, my heart is stone, my hands are clean.
The bonfire is already raging outside, but tonight is a night for business. Rodeo is feeling somber with the weight of all he has to discuss with his council, and the folders tucked under his arm as he enters the tent are all the proof the gathering officers need that this meeting might run a little long. The issues have stacked up on them. Rodeo slaps the folders down on the table and lights a cigarette, taking a seat at the head of the table as Sweet Melissa curls up on the worn paisley cushion in the corner of the tent.
The kerosene lantern in the center of the table has already been lit, and it casts enough light that Rodeo can see the pages of the notebook he tugs out of his back pocket clear enough to find the ones he dog-eared for tonight's discussion. "Alright. Real important discussion on the table today," Rodeo starts off, his words weighted and purposeful. "Why do y'all reckon it took Darth Vader nineteen years to build Deathstar I but less than four for Deathstar II?"