Forever Begins Here

Today was another big day for the Hallows, Fern and Rudyard were to be wed, and if his mother and father's event had taught him anything, it was due to be another high class and formal affair. Zephyr had spent the morning preening himself to perfection. It was important that he looked his best for his uncle's ceremony, of course, but it was equally important he occupy himself enough that he did not feel tempted to wander the great hall and swipe bites of the carefully prepared menu. When Artorias' howl rang out to gather, Zephyr moved to enthusiastically respond. Squeezing out from his bedroom doorway and half hopping, half gliding down the stairway, he made his way to the great hall and into the gathering cluster of wolves.

The young argentavis was growing fast, almost faster than the castle could contain, yet it seemed the rate was now beginning to slow. It was something Zephyr appreciated; the last thing he wanted was to outgrow his childhood home and no longer be able to attend these indoor events. Pressing his wings in close to his body to shrink himself to the best of his ability, the raptor shuffled between the banquet tables (with his beak held high, pointedly ignoring the presence of the tempting morsels of dinner) until he found a space to stand where he would not be in any wolf's way. There he watched and waited, offering his undivided attention toward the groom and his father for the ceremony to begin.