What matters in this world

Citadel had sat nicely while his parents stood in front of the crowd and proclaimed their love for each other (yuck). Now, he was bursting with energy. They were told they were allowed to mingle, and he was suddenly presented with a world of faces and food and things that he had never seen before. The weather down here was different. The Col was getting warmer, but the Castle was getting cooler. Leaves were starting to fall. He had jumped in them on the way back to the castle where the reception was being held.

Now there was food, and people, and he… didn’t know where to start. Perhaps he could wave down one of those sword-wielding wolves that seemed pretty common in the Hallows. Maybe they’d let him touch their sword!


"Citadel"