You sort the tunes and I'll bring the beers

Surreal hid a smile as Korr frowned. With her extensive teachings from her mother regarding reading facial body language and expressions, she could fairly see the cogs working in his brain; the frown noting the beginnings of confusion and displeasure, and the faintest hint of something she often saw on her sons face, most often when she mentioned wanting something she definitely would not have enjoyed with a non-pregnant belly. Like red blackberries on skunk leg. What harebrained idea has she come up with, and how dare she in her condition? Then the slackening of his face as he understood.

He came to stand beside her, and she greeted him with a relaxed smile. His enquiry as to her unborn litters health brought a happy grin to her face, jaws parting in a panting laugh. "Táillí ag gach duine go maith. Mbaineann siad taitneamh as kicking an daylights ina gcónaí riamh as mo lamhnán agus na duáin. Ach ciallaíonn sé go bhfuil siad láidir." She announced cheerfully in the language he was most familiar with. It always felt so good to speak it.

As Korr greeted those around them, Surreal took a moment to scan the crowd once more for Zuriel and Regulus. Oh! There was her daughter, with Regulus parting from her side to wander the crowd again. She smiled, though she did note that Falk wasn’t with them. Oh well… Perhaps this would be better. There were many wolves here, and that would make it difficult for him to navigate. Beside her, she felt the intensity of Korrs muscles, and gently offered support with a light nudge of her shoulder to his. His voice rumbled, and she nodded slowly. "Is é seo an Fhéile. Ná bíodh imní ort, tá sé seo le bailiú síochánta. Tá mo mhac agus iníon anseo chomh maith." She explained to him, tail sweeping the ground at her rump.

To Novella, Surreal asked, "What all festivities have you planned for this Festivals?"

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think