Springtime Summons
Armada/Ashen Festival
06-24-2020, 12:59 AM
Mal wasn't sure what she pictured when Iolaire had announced a winter festival, but, well... it certainly wasn't this. Split logs with heaps of flesh, both raw and cooked; an assortment of fruit, too; and probably the biggest fire the girl had ever seen in her entire life. The flames danced in her eyes as she moved closer to the meeting area, casting her eyes about in wonder. In her natal pack, the most bit of celebration they ever had was food-drunken singing around whatever unlucky ungulate they had downed that week, and... that was it.
There was little luxury, there, little fanfare, but this? This was simply wonderful.
At her side was a satchel that was filled to the brim with rabbit furs, nearly pristine in their white winter coats, and meticulously tanned. The Reaper had taken time to hunt as many hares as she could, in the week before the festival. She might have sown them all together for a bigger piece, but lacking the knowledge and dexterity, it was what it was, and they'd simply have to arrive individually. Hopefully the downy furs would make for a nice addition to someone's den.
As she approached the flames, she noted Iolaire, of course; Dunkan lingering on the outskirts; and an Ashen female she did not know. She flashed the woman a friendly smile -- she wouldn't say no to stories. As for the other matter -- she set down her own contribution and shot a warm grin at Iolaire. "I've brought some rabbit furs, and maybe a song or two, if people are up for a bit of singing." A plains song with a melody that was easy to recall.
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