Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

It was chance that Gavroche arrived in the area that night. Mela was hunting and he had decided to wander off as night began to fall. Winged tucked against his sides the petite wolf wasn’t expecting to discover company… let alone wander into something that was going to be far bigger than he expected.

Houdini’s chattering alerted him to their presence and the boy lifted his gaze to see others in the distance. Gavroche frowned, considering his options. A gathering of wolves could be dangerous to wander into… especially ones that were growing. But, noting that some of those present were children he decided to take a chance. If worse came to worst he could run, right?

He approached them, gaze immediately drawn to a pale, shimmering figure. His light green eyes widened, jaw agape as he stared at her form. It was her…

The boy slowed as he approached, seeming entranced by the woman.

He wasn’t sure what to do… he shuffled a little… how did one speak when addressing a God?

“Great Goddess Celeste…” The youth knelt, bowing before her.

“I… it is an honor…” What was she doing on the mortal plane though?

Houdini huffed as her companion bowed before the alpha. The rat didn’t believe in his silly religion… and the fact he was acting like this just proved his naivety. Oh well… let them correct him. She wasn’t in the mood.