Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

Álarr scrambled quickly after Valdís with a guilty grin on his face and his gaze cast downward. Afi scrambled along beside him while Brynhildr flew above. He'd managed to sneak after Valdís to the festival and half way to Valhalla she'd caught him but by then if they turned around to drop him back off at Legion she'd end up being late. So the warrior had to suffer his presence. Álarr didn't think it was a big deal. He was a month from becoming a yearling and should be allowed to travel on his own without an escort.

He paused for a moment to scratch at the top of his head before carrying on. His training in healing was paying off and he already felt particularly knowledgeable. He could wait to learn more! He arrived after Valdís and quickly scooted in next to her, missing that he should introduce himself. Scratching at the top of his head again he waited for the festival to officially begin. As he waited he suddenly spied a girl he recognized. "Psst! Hey, Siobhan!"