A Feast of Thanks

*Askan* · 02-09-2021, 10:04 AM

Askan was not and would never be a man of revelry. The food both looked and smelled nice, enough to get his belly rumbling, but with all the clamour and chatter it was loud within the hall. Their voices echoing off the old stone walls. He lingered in the entry way, brows furrowed as his bright Selwyn gaze roamed over the wolves present, it seemed as though certain wife and daughter were missing. Hmmm. Now Askan hated-no he didn't- to say he'd told them so, that he'd seen this coming from a mile away. All the way back in Boreas. He'd tried to warn them and just earned himself a slap on the muzzle, in their insistent attempts at playing happy family it seemed as though they were blind to the truth. That Azariah woman thought spreading her legs and being a mother somehow made her better than everyone else, like it was an honour. And how how quick they'd all been to valiantly defend her, oh the struggles of a new mother, raising five children and yadda yadda. Piss off. Askan thought of Lúta and Ulric and his expression soured, the truth tasted bitter huh?

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A Feast of Thanks

Festival/Gathering

Askan