The Inaugural Harvest Ball

Nelu eyed the hourglass, the sands running low and signaling to him it was time to stop with his pottery project and get ready for the ball. He wasn't sure what to expect but he had no intention of missing it. "Samiri, can you help with putting the tools away?" She chirped and nodded before using her deft hands to move the pottery tools aside while Nelu wandered over to the basin to clean his paws. Once clean he headed out to join the festivities, his companions close behind.

He arrived to see his father and Bramble gathered and he dipped his head in greeting. "Good evening, father, Bramble. What shall make up the festivities tonight?"