Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

At first Philomena had been convinced she wasn’t going to attend the festival. Brooding, troubled, bitter with herself… yes, interaction was exactly what she needed. She had accepted what had become of her children was her own fault. Now the next hurdle was trying to move on. Push forward for the future and rediscover who she was and what mattered most.

She wasn’t going to make those sort of mistakes again.

The woman had taken care to properly groom herself before setting out. She wasn’t sure if Peg would show up there or not… or if any of her fellow Olympians would either. It’d be alright. She needed to branch out… discover. It’d be fine.

No Face wasn’t with her. Her companion had remained home leaving the woman with only her thoughts for companion as she arrived at the area that night.

Philomena hesitated as she saw those gathered so far. A smaller gathering so far… but it was alright. She could ease into it.

Her blue gaze fell on another woman at the outskirts and she took a small breath. A loner…? There was no pack scent on her…a perfect place to start. Admittedly Philomena was curious about the beautiful, shimmering woman who seemed to call the festival…

She was striking… and bore a mane too… but with the children near her Philomena dared not approach less her heart ache for the ones she had lost.

Philomena slowed her steps and lifted her head as she addressed the other woman.

“A fine night, isn’t it?” Philly came to a stop a reasonable distance away and dipped her head in respect to the stranger. Here went… something.