Fancy Things

Emile felt like he didn't really know what to do with himself. He knew he should be helping out with the wedding preparations but in all honesty he wasn't really sure how or even what should be expected of him. Emile was hardly a social wolf, and he barely knew Artorias only barely having shared any space with the man through their many years as members of the pack since childhood and he knew even less about his bride to be. Maybe it was a sign, maybe he ought to try to get to know his alpha but the fear of fucking up, of being a burden kept him from venturing too far.

Finally though the anxiety of being considered a burden for not helping chased him from his seclusion, but what would even remain to be done at this point? He spotted his older sister from one of the upper floors, she appeared to be working on some sort of wooden arches? Emile swallowed the lump in his throat and put his head down to navigate his way towards her, feeling his anxiety flare up when he got there and realized she was no longer alone. One of the guests of honor had come to offer her help. Welp, might as well kill two birds with one stone right? Besides maybe he'd finally be able to make something of a relationship with his half-sister with this too?

Emile approached cautiously, his head tilted so as to hide his scared eye and simply nodded at the paints as Serenity's paws, not wishing to vocalize his question but indicating he had the same one that Briar did.


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