Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

the trek hadn't been that long, but already Thaddeus was feeling the exertion. it wasn't that long ago he was bedridden and unable to open his eyes. but he still followed after the rest of the Olympian folk, not really part of their pack but also not-not affiliated with them. their healer had patched him up and kept him on their land while he recovered after all. he marched away from the other pure-bloods and Olympians to do his own thing.

there was food and drink offered but he hung back at the edge of the crowd. though his stomach twisted uneasily with thoughts of filling it, the saliva came all the same. grumbled to himself, he sat down against the tall grasses and waited. for what, he wasn't exactly sure. he didn't want to talk to people and he didn't want to be alone. life was complicated. his thoughts even more so. Thad tried to appear lofty and confident, his chest sticking out proudly and looking like he knew what the hell to do.