Springtime's Feast [Valhallan Festival Feast]

He followed after Ardyn, a grin on his features at the child’s energy and enthusiasm as he blazed a trail ahead of him in the loose crowd. It was time to feast, and as Ardyn bounded past a yearling, Cairo chuckled softly, before realizing he knew the girl.

He stepped up beside Rhaegara with a graceful dip of his head, one of his trademark, easy grins on his features as he greeted, “Hello, Rhaegara, Carlys. How are you two ladies tonight? Enjoying the festival?”

He moved to gather a wealthy, wooden plate, full of choice bits and pieces of meat, cooked and raw, a few interesting fruits and vegetables, and garnishes of herbs that had been used for seasoning instead of healing. He settled beside the wealthy of food, nodding with an encouraging grin at the girl, an invitation to dig in of her own accord as he began to nibble his way through his platter.

He watched with a chuckle as Ardyn went for the first container of liquid, which was clearly alcoholic as Aurielle quickly intervened and redirected the pup. Occasionally, his eyes searched the fire-deepened shadows of the yurts and tents, stalls and shifting, moving figures of late-evening traders and festival goers, but he saw no sign of Lia. She had been coming, right? She’d wanted to attend. Had Sirius held her back to attend to duties?

Idly, he smiled at Rhae, asking, “How have you been?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think