Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

OOC: To all, I'm just posting a little early and no one will be a latecomer to any of these threads, let alone this one... it's just... if I wait to reply until like twenty people have arrived.... my response is gonna be like a million words long and everyone will be squashed! So, don't worry too much about posting order. If you feel the need to have a separate thread for fuller interaction, just like with other festivals, go ahead and make one :D We're gonna flood the Dancefloor with activity, guys!

A thrill filled the shimmering woman as her first guests arrived. She recognized two of them immediately—Torin and Derecho, but her grin widened, and her eyes lit up, sparkling as she saw the five pups milling around their feet. Two broke away, pelting straight for her, and she gave a mock gasp of fright before dropping to a play bow to meet the girls, long-hair of her tail bannering through the air as it waved gaily through the air over her rump, gladly letting them crash right into her, though she tipped her laughing muzzle down to keep her long canines from accidentally meeting either tender body with their points.

The regal woman had shifted right into a thrilled auntie as she laughed and reached to nudge each pup playfully with her nose before grinning up at Torin and Derecho. “Well met, Cousin! Oh, they're beautiful. Fatherhood suits you, I dare say. Welcome to the festival.”

Others were approaching, and she rose with a glitter of fur and moonstones, casting the pups a brilliant smile before her eyes turned to the woman accompanied by a red fox, an easy smile and nod following the woman’s introduction before a quick grin flashed those canines of hers as she responded, “Welcome to the Harvest Festival—Valhalla’s first of what I hope to be many to come in the following years.”

Her eyes shifted away as more came—they weren’t to be the last, as she expected and hoped that many, many more would filter in over the next several hours. There was one who hung back to the outskirts of the festivities, glimpsed through the Yurts of the Nomads who called greetings to the newcomers in cheerful barks and howls.

Another came, and her eyes lingered on the huge woman with interest, briefly catching her eye as she glanced her way. The earth and cream mottled woman bore a mane, long and rippling in curls and waves. It wasn’t often she encountered others with a mane like her own. Many seemed to bear long fangs, though.

She made a mental note to try and meet the woman, but a distraction came in the form of a wolf who was the exact opposite to the prior wolf when it came to size. He was tiny, even compared to her own mother, but what was particularly different – and… odd – was the abject reverence and awe he wore on his face as he stared at… her.

The bafflement on her features had to have been utterly priceless as the male approached on shuffling paws and bowed. Goddess Celeste? Her eyes flicked from his face and widened briefly as she saw the wings he bore. They couldn’t have been large enough to carry him, but it was still the first time the woman had ever seen a wolf with wings.

Her eyes fell upon the rat, who seemed very disgruntled and impatient, before she looked back to the tiny young male, composure regaining its hold on her features as she lowered to the boy’s level and said, quite apologetically and in a volume only he would be able to hear clearly, “Pardon me, but I’m afraid I’m not the woman you were thinking of. My name is Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit of Valhalla. What’s yours?”

She was compassionate in her manner, gentle of voice, and somewhat puzzled by the reaction, and she wondered – worried – if her perfume must not have been blocking her heat scent as well as she’s thought.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think