The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

For once in all of her years of constant work, Gwynevere had managed to convince herself to take the day off–mostly–and used the bonfire that evening as an excuse to relax. Of course, relaxing to her meant organizing her own personal store of more experimental herbal components in her library, but by the time the sun began to set and she heard her brother calling for everyone to join him she was quite relaxed–and quite organized. Large events and gatherings like this was had never been very comfortable for her so she hoped that by taking the time off today she might be more mentally prepared for facing the crowds. What she hadn't really accounted for was the fact that this was the biggest turn out they had for any of their bonfire festivals. As she approached from the castle she was immediately daunted by just how many wolves were there and hung back toward the edges for a bit, her ears flicking uncertainly. It was hard for her to pick out one face in the crowd to move toward until she eventually spotted Mercury toward the center of it all. With a frown, she carefully picked her way through the crowd to make her way over to where he was standing and it wasn't until she made it to his side that she breathed a small sigh of relief. Giving him a smile she settled onto her haunches beside him and turned to give her brother her full attention.

Gwynevere | Eilwen