Guilty

It was a gorgeous spring afternoon as Álarr headed toward the Dancefloor. Spring had brought the lands of the west to life. A floor of velvet, green grass stretched out before him with a sparkling blue stream that curved and cut through the land. The sky was bright and blue, with the sun beaming down on the land. Mountains of white and gray clouds were building in the distance and for a moment that gave him pause. Occasionally the spring would bring awful thunderstorms and the dancefloor held little cover. It was not a place he wanted to be when a storm hit.

In his bag he had some crafting items to work on, all he needed was a nice sunny space to set down and work. As he was looking for a spot he spied a familiar form. He recognized the wolf as the boy he'd met at the Firefly Festival. "Hey, Sandor! I didn't expect to see you here. How have you been?"