teach me how to celebrate
winterfell festival - spring 14
Fertile
12-18-2019, 12:29 PM
It had been a long time since she'd celebrated. Since Shaye and Odysseus' passing, happiness felt like a fleeting thing that she had no hope of chasing. When it was so far away, why even bother trying to catch it? Once she'd heard Winterfell would be hosting a seasonal festival, she knew that she should make an appearance. Not just for the sake of interpack relations, but for her own dreary mood. Theo had made the trek up north after encouraging as many pack members as possible to attend as well. Everyone could use a little bit of a boost. She knew that Ace's brood was young and Tyranis' children also resided in the north - maybe some of the orphans and Eulogy's litter could make some new friends. As much as she wished Abaven could meet all of their needs, she knew that socializing with other pups was important for their development. Rhyme had made a point to take her along to the Firefly Festival after all.
Theo padded through the tall trees. She'd been learning a little bit about herbs since meeting with Rhyme for training and was trying to stay alert for new and interesting plants. Snow still carpeted the area here, lending a peaceful blanket of quiet to the woods. Her pawsteps were muted and the sounds of woodland creatures seemed as if they were softer than usual. Theory smiled to herself before she spotted a wiry sapling that had been partially uprooted. From the scale of the snow drifts in the forest it seemed like this area was often hit with harsh winds. She approached it tentatively, wondering how she might successfully replant it. Snow had covered its roots.
She brushed the dusting of snow off and began to dig a small hole. Theory didn't recognize the sapling but it smelled strong and familiar. Some type of pine? Wracking her brain, she recalled that the sticky resin from these trees was often useful for binding wounds of making sure a concoction of herbs remained on the affected area. If she could replant it, hopefully it'd grow strong and serve the Winterfell wolves well in the years to come.
Theo padded through the tall trees. She'd been learning a little bit about herbs since meeting with Rhyme for training and was trying to stay alert for new and interesting plants. Snow still carpeted the area here, lending a peaceful blanket of quiet to the woods. Her pawsteps were muted and the sounds of woodland creatures seemed as if they were softer than usual. Theory smiled to herself before she spotted a wiry sapling that had been partially uprooted. From the scale of the snow drifts in the forest it seemed like this area was often hit with harsh winds. She approached it tentatively, wondering how she might successfully replant it. Snow had covered its roots.
She brushed the dusting of snow off and began to dig a small hole. Theory didn't recognize the sapling but it smelled strong and familiar. Some type of pine? Wracking her brain, she recalled that the sticky resin from these trees was often useful for binding wounds of making sure a concoction of herbs remained on the affected area. If she could replant it, hopefully it'd grow strong and serve the Winterfell wolves well in the years to come.
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