Springtime's Feast [Valhallan Festival Feast]

Rhae hadn’t noticed Cairo until his voice fluttered through the air, a wide grin spreading her features as she offered a nod of greeting to him. “Cairo! We are doing well. I’ve never seen a festival quite like this.” She started, though she had quickly learned that there were many aspects to Boreas she had never seen before. “It’s quite wonderful.” Carlys chimed in, the bird having remained unusually silent since they had arrived in Boreas. She followed his lead, gathering a wooden plate with pieces of meat, sticking to the raw as she had never had cooked before, along with some fruits and berries.

It felt comforting to see familiar faces, though she also looked forward to meeting some new wolves. “I have been well; I had the opportunity to meet your Spirit shortly after our first meeting. I’ve been exploring, and Carlys and I have been training. We made it out to the battlefield and were able to spar together with someone.” She had been working on her fighting technique though she felt like it was lacking compared to those whom she had encountered. She’d met a few more wolves, and her spar with Sedna she had still lost despite not fighting alone… the other woman hadn’t even been wearing any armor!

“I’ve even considered trying to settle down, find a pack to call home, even if it’s only for a little while.” She was still conflicted about what she wanted to do, if she wanted to try and reclaim her birthright, or more of, reform her tribe here, in these lands, far from the threat that her former tribe presented to her own well-being. “How have you been? How is your recovery going?”