Harvest of Plenty [Valhallan Autumn Festival]

The main reason Rhyme wished to come to Valhalla’s festival was the hope he might get a clue to his daughter’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, his sister’s pups heard him talking about the festival and he agreed to chaperone the growing pups. They had spent quite a while travelling after the invitation was given, but he had no doubt the pups were excited and ready. They’d been over the ground rules, and both Imperia and Solitude were with him to help keep an eye on Abaven’s youth. He sighed softly as he let them loose and his own blue and lavender eyes took in the crowd. There weren’t many familiar faces, he did catch sight of Ashmedai but he didn’t see any other siblings. He’d pretend like he didn’t see the man and make his way closer to Aurielle. Rhyme gave a quick nod of respect towards Acere as well. He’d need to pull him and Aurielle aside to talk more privately about his search, and he hoped deeply they might have information about his daughter. The Spirit seemed rather busy at the moment though, so he found a more quiet spot to observe the goings on.