Finally taking flight

"Eska"

Eska noted the dark look of interest in Ulric's gaze but also ignored it. They had things to do. The wolves couldn't spend all day making eyes at each other. It wouldn't be very productive. So, as the massive man turned and began to lead her back into the castle, Eska walked beside him. He led her to the main hall, a giant space with a long table. At the end was a raised dais. An impressive space, to be sure.

Ulric explained that this space was used for meetings and feasts. He seemed a little put out that they hadn't been able to have a feast yet that summer. When he continued speaking, his voice was a little hesitant. Silver eyes met golden and she listened with rapt attention as he ran an idea past her. He wanted to hold a feast in honor of her mother since she founded The Hallows and had been a good and just leader. Eska thought about it for a long moment before she began to speak.

Giving her head a slight tilt, she pulled her gaze away to look around the spacious room. "It's a very lovely sentiment. All that I know about my mother came from the stories of a family friend." The brindled woman seated herself next to the brute, their shoulders lightly touching. Very strategic seating on her part, but she found that she wanted to touch him. "From what I was told, my mother never wanted to be the center of attention. Perhaps, instead of just honoring her, you honor all of those that have died. A remembrance feast of sorts." Eska gave a little shrug, her shoulder pressing into his before she turned her gaze back to him, wondering what he might think about her idea.