I Wish, I Wish...

Venom liked Iolaire well enough, she’d been honest with her when they first met and hadn’t betrayed her trust yet. Plus her mother and her mentor Sirius seemed rather fond and that helped. So when word went out that they were going to gather and to bring an item with them her first thought was her first few quills. She’d shed through her baby quills and kept all of them. Her and her squirrel companion had used them to make a bit of jewelry, it was those same quills that had attracted the squirrel to her in the first place.

She brought them along as she followed her brother to Iolaire’s little festival. She was curious and excited, even more so as she took in the desired atmosphere and work the small woman had to put into pulling it off. She was impressed much like Plague. Quietly she took as seat beside him, her ears perked and purple pink eyes on Io.