decompressing

Only a few short hours into the festivities and already Aryn was mentally drained. For all of her life she'd tried to be a perfect little lady but never before had she smiled for so long or forced herself to make so much small talk with strangers. While the other wolves broke off to enter in their various events and competitions she took the opportunity to decompress, finding herself a private section of the thin river and placing herself gently at it's bank to stare into the water. With a single claw she broke the surface tension, watching with fascination as the water split around it to continue on it's way downstream. Faint but lively music still hung in the air and already she was finding herself starting to relax. Soon she'd feel ready to rejoin the celebration, maybe find a seat at the feast or spectate an event.