The Inaugural Harvest Ball

There had been an open invitation to her and her siblings to attend this yearling ball that the Hallows was throwing and even though most of her other siblings didn't seem to have much interest that didn't stop her from going! She did get a little side tracked along the way and by the time she made it across the stretch of the plains up to the castle she had a feeling she was going to be a little late, but... That's what they called fashionably late, right? That's what she told herself as she shook out her fur and smoothed any parts that might have gotten ruffled during the trip from Ashen–with a bit of help from her jackal companion. She let her companion give her a once over to make sure she hadn't missed anything and once she got the okay she grinned and told her to wait out here in the garden for her. With that settled she turned toward the big front doors of the castle and went to let herself in.

Stepping into the entryway, it wasn't too hard to figure out where to go. The noise coming from the party was easy enough to pick out and she followed it down the corridor till she found a black and blue man in armor that matched the description of Artorias that she had gotten from her parents. There was also a pretty girl near by with almost all black fur and antlers and as she approached and was able to get a better look in at the party it seemed she wasn't the only one. She blinked a couple of times with surprise as she scanned the crowd before she gained her bearings and looked over to Artorias with a grin and a polite bow. "Rebel Klein, visiting from Ashen. Thank you for the invitation!" With the pleasantries done, she stepped into the party proper, mingling a bit as she looked for somewhere to cut in and trying desperately to not get too distracted by all of the pretty, done up girls all around her.

"Rebel Klein"