The Summer Bonfire
Pack seasonal event, open to current pack guests
10-18-2023, 12:12 PM
Sota wouldn't miss the bonfire for the world! Even if he was a little late, he still had every intention of showing up, and as promptly as his small paws and short little limbs would allow. Not only was he one of the smallest members of The Hallows, but he certainly wasn't getting any younger, and he could only go so fast. He'd been preparing for the bonfire, but his collection efforts were a little late, and he hurried to gather up what he'd collected so far and made his way to the plains, where the pack was beginning to gather. Though he usually wasn't one to participate in performative acts, not for lack of wanting or even appreciation of them, he simply wasn't really the type to put meaning into things - he'd brought his own memento to add to the fire. Not one to normally dwell on the past, sometimes it was hard to not dwell on wolves that had been part of his. Lately he'd been thinking of Balsam more and more often, his oldest friend, though he hadn't seen him in many years. Sota had no idea where he was, or how he was… or even if he was alive, though something made him feel like he probably wasn't. Not that he'd linger too long on those dark thoughts, but maybe paying homage to the best friend he'd grown up alongside wasn't such a bad thing. He'd collected a stick from a high treetop - a bit of an effort to gather, given his aging bones and the lack of truly tall trees around the castle - but he'd been successful, and he thought Balsam would be proud of his work. Once he wrangled it free from the tree's grasp he carefully carried it to the ground, not wanting to risk dropping it and snapping it. He didn't do much else to it besides finding a bit of dried vine and wrapping it around it, letting Kaito help him entangle some flowers he'd found into it. A simple offering, really, but one that was suitable for the occasion. Finishing it up and letting Kaito hop onto his back and clutch onto the fur of his neck, he slowed when the gathering came into view. He caught the tail end of what Artorias was saying, quietly moving toward the bonfire to toss his own offering to the fire that had been set ablaze. He only reflected on it for a moment, realizing he felt a surprising sense of closure as he watched it go up in flames, before turning to look over the wolves here. Most were familiar, some were not, strangers to him though he was no less pleased to see them. His attention was drawn to no one in particular, though he settled back on his haunches and hoped to give off an inviting aura to anyone who needed or wanted company. |
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