Let the Festivities Begin

Fia had spent most of her short life attached to either one of her parents. She couldn't really complain, not right now at least. Getting free rides on her dad and not finding any need for responsibilities was an easy life. She felt very catered to as much as she may not have known anything different. Maybe one day, like the next festival, would she be giving that extra help to her sister in preparations. She wouldn't know for now, all she knew was clinging to her dad when they traveled and lounging in the den waiting for her next meal.

Once removed from that comfortable safety on top of Alastor's back, Fia squinted at the many number of wolves that had gathered for the festival. She was not scared of them. She certainly wasn't going to bolt out there and be the center of attention, but for a small child she wasn't cowering behind one of her parent's legs. She was just taking in the scenes silently sat right in between them. Big eyes of wonder, but also a bit harder glares as wolves came up to greet them, she said nothing.

A blue boy she obviously had not known offered her a gift which she padded lightly with her paw before wagging her tail with just a hint of excitement. All the commotion around her was overwhelming, but she could appreciate his gift in just anyway she knew how. She looked up to her mother for a few seconds before padding the sheep skin ball a couple times more between her paw and the ground. She'd certainly have more fun with it back at home, not here among all these others though. She'd stay silent as long as she could, fiddling with the ball Ricin had given her anytime she felt anxious or just didn't want to look anyone in the eyes.

"Fiametta"