What matters in this world

Ember was doing her best to try and make a good impression for her family at the first major event at the Hallows since she'd been born. The wedding rivaled the attendance of the Yearlings' ball from last year given that two whole packs were basically occupying the castle! With so much distant family she'd never met before, Em was fully immersed in her diplomatic demeanor, struggling through small talk with wolves whose names she either never knew or could scarcely remember while her parents played host to the Fatalis branch of her family tree. It was a little overwhelming at times, but the adolescent girl kept it together well enough to pass with a pleasant smile as she maneuvered through the crowd from pocket to pocket of conversation.

Eventually, Ember managed to squeeze her way out of a discussion she was only half involved in and over to the banquet tables where a veritable feast of foods and wines was laid out. She breathed a sigh of relief as she scooped up the nearest goblet of sweet red wine, taking a long, grateful sip as she took a breather from socializing with the crowd. How her father and mother managed to make this all look so easy was beyond her! Meandering her way around the tables to snatch up a teacake, Em saw one of the young pups from the Armada hovering nearby, looking as equally lost in the crowd as she felt. She didn't know him, but the dark blue coat and crest of spikes atop his head suggested he was one of the Warlord's kids.

"You look how I feel right now," remarked the princess as she neared the lad, who was already quite sizable for his young age. Em shot him a lopsided grin as she swirled the wine in her goblet idly. "That's fine, we can hang off to the side for a bit. You're one of Basilisk and Ignita's kids, right? You must be pretty happy for your parents." Yeeeeah, small talk really wasn't Ember's strong suit.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"