Aurielle Adravendi

VALHALLAN HARVEST FESTIVAL DAY ONE, OPENING FEAST! Time of Day, Late Evening, full Dark. All comers who have entered the Opening Thread, come on in. Thread is Optional All that would arrive tonight had come, it seemed, and the woman smiled easily as she heard a yipping, laughing cry arise further into the Festival grounds; the Nomads announcing that the feast was ready. Tipping her muzzle to the sky, she howled, calling for the attention of those gathered in order to call out in a clear voice, “If you will all care to follow me, the feast is ready. We will also be providing strong spirits and drink for those who desire it. Those who do not wish to attend the meal, you are not expected to attend.” She rose to her paws with an elegant wave of her tail and clink of silver and glitter of moonstones as she led the way through the grounds to a second bonfire, one allowed to smolder low with red coals and flickering tongues of fire. It was long, meant to light the area and provide warmth and the ability to cook the meat that sizzled and dripped fat into the fire below until the Nomads heaved to push the roasting venison off the flames. Now it was almost cool enough to eat. There was a bounty of meats – raw and cooked – and even peaches, plums and other fruits that might be agreeable to some. There were eggs, fish, and of course drink. She took her own place, and a selection of various items, letting the guests do as they would, whether it be to eat and head off to bed, or mingle, or drink well into the night. Later, she would be calling out for fight entrants before bed. The spirits and drink she abstained from, instead lapping from a low bowl of clear water gathered from the single stream that wound through the Dancefloor, refilled by one of the Nomads’ primate companions with a water bladder. Though she ate among them, she didn’t speak until addressed, instead letting her eyes rove around the gathering, hoping fervently that it was a spread they liked. Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think

Thaddeus didn't really give a shit what this festival was about. some pretty lady was at the head of it, promising free food to all who participated. that was enough for him. he'd follow after the others, taking a seat away from the main crowd to focus on digging in. he grabbed the nearest food and pulled it to him. in true canine-fashion, he'd dip his head and shoot suspicious glances at the others as if they were going to steal it. he didn't know where the Olympia folks were or if they'd join in; all he did know is he was trying to get some grub and maybe even some spirits if they didn't have a crappy age limitation thing. for now, he'd focus entirely on the food he had in front of him. the pretty lady - Aur-whatever - didn't say anything to him. Thad took that as a sign of approval before digging into the meat. he smacked a bit loudly from his end of the feast, hungrily making a mess of things. soon there was meat sauce all over his face but it didn't exactly stop him. nobody was going to ruin his night of fun. he already got enough looks from others cause he was a mutt. pure-blood arrogance, was all it was. but the food was good. take it as a compliment he was eating like a half-starved animal. it was what he was anyway. ""

Eligos made his way into the area of the feast, his gold-marked face fixed into a pleasantly curious mask. He let his gaze slide over the alpha without staring - avoiding the instinctive reaction people had to being stared at. He wandered along the feasting area casually, his attention seemingly locked onto the nearly-bewildering variety of foods there. Let them think him a country bumpkin gawking at all the fancy accouterments and ignore him. He selected several dishes that would be light enough not to give him trouble if trouble found him and brought them to a place near the edge of the firelight - not so far into the shadows as to create suspicion, but not so close as to draw attention to him. Just an average wolf doing average wolf things, not a demigod who sought attention and not a scoundrel hiding in the shadows. He took a bowl of wine when offered but drank very little, simply dipping his tongue in politely to seem as though he were partaking. He settled to eating, letting his attention wander without focus to better catch the small conversations and movements around him.

As the rest of the festival goers simply milled around or dispersed, Chaos thought he may as well get a free meal out of the deal and chose to meander over in that general direction. He might need to put up with the prim, overbearing morality of this particular bunch in order to get it, but then again he'd been putting up with much of the same from Abaven since they'd been Imperialis' allies when he was a pup and getting a lot less out of it for his troubles so at least he was used to it. Selecting a haunch of something for himself he sprawled out by the fire to gnaw carelessly at it, wondering if anyone interesting was going to show up to this shindig.