Pilgrimage (Festival Climax)

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

The festival was finally coming to an end. As far as Callisto was concerned, it was about time. She was eager for her home to go back to being the quiet, isolated little place that it had always been, to be able to wander about bothering Max about plants without possibly running into a stranger within half of their territory. She fully enjoyed her chosen densite within the Steppes, but having confined herself to the location for much of the festivities she was beginning to miss having access to the lake, knowing there were plants there that grew more readily than they did elsewhere within Ebony. But it was all going to be over now; she could celebrate that.

She paid little to no attention to the strange people in her home as she walked quietly amongst them, only casting them cursory glances as she noted there were so few of them. Had many of the guests decided to leave early before the closing of the festival then? It was almost a happy enough notion to sent her tail about wagging with relief but she reigned in the desire, instead directing her attention upon her leader and those who stood closest around her. The significance of what was to come was entirely lost to her and likely she would still not understand, but for the time being Callisto was happy enough to sit here with her pack and these few strangers to celebrate finally having her home back to herself again.

Image by Maka.