Springtime's Feast [Valhallan Festival Feast]

It was her first time out of the northern territories, but Rhaegara did her best to never miss a party. Every public moment was an opportunity to learn more, and she figured it safer from slave traders and the likes, which still had her set on edge.

Despite all of the strange aspects of the lands and their cultural dynamics, festivals were something refreshing and familiar. She recalled the annual festival of the Tribes, how they promoted cooperation between the Tribes right before the winter season hit, though the peace only ever lasted as long as the fires of the northern regions were still lit. When the smoke started to fade once more, the peace broke and alliances returned to normal, raids happened… she was unsure if it were the same here, but she supposed the customs were a little different, as Loners had never been allowed back home.

She hesitantly made her way, Carlys perched on the center of her back. She marveled at the sight, so many options widely available, Carlys giving her a look that so easily translated to ‘holy shit’. It was more than she had been used to, a wide variety of foods, amazing smells lingering in the air as well. She saw the familiar glow of the Spirit of Valhalla, a soft smile creeping across her features, nodding to the woman in greeting though the yearling remained silent and in awe of that which surrounded her.