The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

The little golden girl with goggles resting over her brow helped set up the camp for the Armada. Her first festival! She was mostly excited to see how things differed here than it did back where she was born. Already the smells where very different. When all was said and done she trailed behind Basilisk by a few steps and watched as he greeted a sabertoothed dark wolf that could only be Sirius Fatalis. She bowed her head in respectful deference to both him and Artorias as she approached the bonfire.

She sat at Basilisks hip, ever ready to fetch what he bid her to, learn what she could and to feel his warmth next to the fire.

"Speech"