The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Dread was on edge. Not forgiving himself for leaving Deluge alone, in the short time he had... the things that had transpired. Tension in the house is normal, reasonable-- he knows that much. But he should have been there to diffuse it. He should have been on hand to calm nerves, to take some of the fire out of the situation. The show must go on.

Joining the rest at the bonfire festival felt... weird. Though he shared blood with so many in attendance, many felt like strangers to him now. He'd surrounded himself with Raiders, and they'd taken him in. At least there's less tension now, with bigger fish to fry. Offering a cordial nod to Artorias, Dread crosses to place a small offering (two seashells, that reminded him of the curve of his mother's horns) for Zee on the pyre, before moving to find somewhere to settle.

A shift in the breeze carries a stench that sends his hackles up along his spine. Acutely aware of his brother in law's rules, but oh boy, things were about to get interesting. He recognized the loudly colored fuck from the last few raids. Tipping his head to Deluge, Dread's words are soft. "This'll be good." Words quiet, tense, hanging off his tongue.

"speech"