The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 18)

Gwynevere smoothed her fur a bit and checked the silver circlet on her head to make sure it was positioned just right on her brow in an old, foggy mirror that was leaned against the wall on one side of their bedroom, readying herself as she waited for Artorias to call everyone to the bonfire. Large crowds had never been her favorite thing or the easiest thing to sit through, but she still wouldn't dream of missing this important part of her family's year. The only difference this year was the man that was at her side as an escort to the bonfire, drawing her attention and keeping a smile on her lips as they found their way out of the castle and down to the clearing of the plains. As they found a place to sit on one of the furs that she and some of the other Carpathius women had cleaned in preparation for this event, she turned her lavender and sage gaze up to his with a smile, leaning into his side in the quiet and comfortable way they led their lives together. Being here with the wolf she loved made this all the more sweet as she eagerly awaited Artorias beginning the bonfire.

"Gwynevere & Ysmir"