The Inaugural Harvest Ball

A ball, an event held by her cousin Bramble, was the event of the evening. Elowen had never danced with anyone before, but the idea of joining a gathering meant for merriment and interaction sounded wonderful. Things had already begun by the time El was descending the stairs, but the femme wore a smile. She had spent the past hour grooming herself, trying to make herself presentable so that she would represent as a member of the Hallows proudly. Wolves from other packs were already there, some even asking others to dance. She even caught sight of Meadow sneaking down the steps in the back and her smile brightened.

She was proud of her sister for making an effort to join the others and slips around the edge of things, moving toward Meadow. Dancing could wait, right now she wanted to say hello to her sibling. By the time she reached Meadow, her sister was already at the snacks, and her own gaze trailed toward them. Oh yeah, dancing could wait until after saying hellos and some snacks. “Hey Meadow~ What do you think looks best for chowing down on?” She certainly was having a hard time choosing. It all looked good!

"Speech," 'Thought.'