Let the Festivities Begin

Gossamer opted to brave the chilly northern waters rather than ride the small raft her companions were comandereing. If needed she would pull herself onto it but for now she saw this as a challenge of strength and endurance. Now that Armada was in the north she would need to adapt to the climate and be able to fight in all conditions demanded of her and that included the bitter cold.

Once upon shore she shook out her coat, drying it with loosely woven cloth from her satchel that had been kept safe on the raft. They tied it off then headed toward the source of smoke and rich smells which had to be the festival main gathering spot. Gossamer was nervous but she hid her nerves well. She knew little of Elysium and had no idea what to expect. On top of that she'd agreed to join in the tournament and she longed so badly to do well. She prayed she would not embarass her pack, herself, or her father.

She arrived at the feast to see a number of wolves already gathered, none that she was really familiar with. Ah well, she had to start some where and she was primarily here for the tournament. A quick scan and her eyes rested on a large, bright purple woman overseeing the going-ons. Ok, from what she'd heard that was the alphess. Gossamer approached and dipped her head in greeting. "Lady Manea, I am Gossamer Fatalis, a warrior of the Armada. I'm here for the tournament and I brought along a few goods to contribute to the feast." She nodded to Ásta and the abnormally large fox pulled out a number of bottles to lay at the alphess' feet. "The clear bottles are ale and the amber bottle is a ginseng wine."