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The Forest of Eternal Life is home to the great Mother Tree, an ancient being who has likely seen, and housed, many a wayward creature in her lifetime. It is here, near the Mother Tree, tucked within her gracious company, where all party-goers inevitably congregate. The air is crisp and cool and the night sky devoid of cloud coverage. One must wander a ways to catch a glimpse, but up above, a Harvest moon overlooks the valley.

It is a beautiful night.

Those who gather beneath the Mother Tree's canopy are shielded from a starry night sky; whether they want for it or not. And this darkness in which she creates is rivaled only by the light of a crackling bonfire and, more ethereally, the hundreds of fireflies that float in and out of view around her gargantuan trunk.

The warmth of illumination paints a romantic picture, where guests and Elves alike find themselves stepping into a beautiful scene; much like walking into a dream. Soft whispers are met with flirtatious chuckles, as fireflies flicker in tempo with the undulating conversation. From time to time the voices crescendo in unison, like melodies carried on a passing breeze. In some cases, song is created out of the whispering gossip... And the sounds stem from wolves, birds, and raccoons alike, who lounge together beneath and aloft large, gnarled roots; some of them lifted to create archways in which lovers and friends might pass through.

The creatures who occupy this space are rather giddy. The reasons? Plentiful.

Elves and their guests are invited to mingle here for as long as they'd like, branching off to explore the tiny gatherings taking place all around the epicenter of this seasons Great Feast. It is here that the hunter's have laid out their slim pickings of meat, caught within The Forest of Eternal Death and free for all to enjoy.

To an outsider, it is far from any 'feast' they might have experienced in the past but... with so much going on, food is almost the last thing on anyone's mind.
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Shia 10/31/2019
Hazel Lock: It hadn't occurred to Hazel that, after all the preparation and energy put into the idea of The Great Feast, she would turn around and not enjoy her time within it. Exhaustion and frustration seemed to be written all across her face. Thinking it might help to indulge in some of the Healers wares, she can be seen consuming a mushroom... only to look all the more miserable after the fact.
Beeches of Alyssum: The normally shy, cautious girl had taken to a bit of bravery in slipping from her mother's keep. She found the old Healer curious, and unable to resist temptation approached in solitude. They hadn't been so careless as to deal the young blood a plant, but they would deliver an 'omen' to spook the child. When the words were concluded and the old Healer left cackling in their corner, Alys rushed back to meet with her brother, silently sticking herself to his side; eyes wide with fear. @CaeddaMorningstar

Shia 10/31/2019
Wither: She looks out of place, awkwardly standing near one of the large roots, quite close to a couple of Elves canoodling near by. They earn a brief look, long enough to register the act, before becoming a part of the backdrop... more noise to fill her ears. Her body language may read stiff and her expression is flat, but behind her piercing violet eyes there is the hint of intrigue. She is merely standing and absorbing, and it shows.
Prothesia: The dull look that settles over this Wolf Dog betrays a true sense of excitement hidden within. The young female moves to find her partners side, hoping Quenill is near, while her eyes dance from one dire wolf to the next; seemingly unimpressed by the events unfolding. They are the smallest of all the canines here and although none have approached them about this yet, she knows that they are a spectacle to behold. Hazel Locks initial reaction to meeting them was an indication of such truths. @KasaiLoki

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Bone of Sunopal: The pup had watched his sister take the leap and interact with the older wolf. He over heard the conversation between the two, and kept his smile to himself with a little prank in mind. She stuck to his side when she returned. He didn't think much of what he had planned, not understanding how upset she was and knowing his sister was a bit easy to scare.

"Alys, are you alright? Do you think that old wolf was serious?" /He looked genuinely concerned, keeping the mischievous twinkle from his eyes.
@Shia
CaeddaMorningstar10/31/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: She was feeling a bit self-conscious, not being able to dress herself and the pups up to the extent of some of the original wolves, and she's afraid it might make them seem to much like outsiders to the pack. She's also worried about this being the pups first big outing with so many other wolves and strangers around. Her nerves were on edge and with the encouragement of Beechbone she tries a berry. She's not sure how to feel about it, maybe her years of celebration with other wolves from before she gained a tolerance to such things, but it's not helping her nerves so far. Afraid to go for another so soon she's currently watching over her pups from a small distance, waiting for the company of her mate to return when he's done with his Alpha duties for the celebration.

Shia 10/31/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: She didn't know he had been listening, but that made things a little better... and worse? Without looking at him, she whispered. "Um..." nodding her head quickly before shooting a wary look over to the Healer. @CaeddaMorningstar
Shia10/31/2019
Beechbone: It took more time than he had expected, handling the Opening Ceremonies and reviewing the new work of the Chronicler. He was particularly taken by the fact that, after so many weeks, Shaded Amaryllis could rise from the depths of her despair as if nothing had happened. Sure, she was a bit manic but... she was smiling? And excited? Over leaves and marks but... nonetheless it pleased him. She was one of two remaining historians... and the pack needed her now more than ever.
And speaking of a need, he was certain that more of his company would be requested in other areas of the event soon, so in a brief moment of interim he wandered towards Petals, looking over to the pups under her watchful eye, and let go of a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in.
"Are those yours?" He whispers, leaning in close to her, not even attempting to conceal their budding relationship all while wearing a boyish grin. "How are you doing?" @CaeddaMorningstar

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Bone of Sunopal: He pretends to be frightened, ducking down to where his sister is hiding in his side and slipping a paw over her shoulders. He's trying his best not to give his joke away by smiling, and tries to go for fearful thought instead. He whispers to her: " You don't think the Elders going to sacrifice us do you? They've closed off everything except the death forest and the sleeping field... Do you think dad would let them?"
He glances around and in a quivering voice continues his whispering, "What if they're preparing the ritual for after the feast? Do you think that's what all the weird looks are for?"
He thinks this is going to be so funny later.
@Shia

Shia 10/31/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: She stiffens, nostrils flaring with a surprising lack of oxygen moving through them. Her eyes flick to that of their father, Beechbone, vision blurring as tears begin to pool.

"H-he wouldn't l-let them! N-n-n-o!" *She leans into her brother, trusting he will support her weight, feeling safer while at his side... "Mom wouldn't let them. Dad wouldn't... he... Do you really think that?!"
@CaeddaMorningstar

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: She almost jumps hearing the whispers in her ear and hurriedly replies, " Oh yes, they're mine--"
When she see's his grin, she stops talking and mirrors it. The quick surprised urgency leaving her body language, and relaxed familiarity over takes her, "Oh Beechbone, I'm doing well. A little... Nervous for the pups, but I'm keeping an eye on them. How about you?"
@Shia
CaeddaMorningstar10/31/2019
Bone of Sunopal: He stops his little joke the moment his sister seems so distressed, immediately going to comfort her, "No. I don't think Dad would let them do that, and especially not Mom. If for any reason they did decide to do that, which I doubt, I will get us out of it: don't worry. We're safe. I'm sorry though, I didn't want to make you cry..."
He lets his sister lean into him, and he does what he can to make her feel better, and then gives the healer wolf a glare. Sure, he may have made it worse, but their "prophecy" is what started her fear in the first place. The blame in his eyes is on the older wolf and not himself.
@Shia

medigel 10/31/2019
Sundew: Ah, even the nervous and shy Terran couldn't help but feel her spirits lift as the celebration commenced! Though not all eyes were on her (at least, not always), she felt the pull to still be among the various groups. But she had a duty to ensure her guests weren't overwhelmed or disrespected while there, and so she found Wither by the roots, smiled, and nodded in greeting.

"Have you seen anything interesting yet?" she asked, casting her eyes out. They stuck on the pups by Petals, and her eyes widened slightly in delight and surprise.
@Shia

Nymph 10/31/2019
Roach: He lurked, like he often did, slipping in and out of areas with barely a whisper. The bonfire had called his attention, and like a bug to the flame he arrived, sitting a good distance from the others as he soaked in the warmth of the flames.
Tear Garden: Unease washed through her as she settled within the group, quietly laying against the warm earth. She still wasn't used to all of this; the reality of the world she thought was gone was thriving once more and honestly it was blinding. Still, she had arrived just as a feast was kicked off and she didn't dare be rude while she sorted her own feelings out.

Shia 10/31/2019
Beechbone: "I'm good." *The words are strained, and they come after another long breath but... he looks genuinely pleased. "They look to be getting into the spirit... what do you think they're saying to one another?" He gestures towards their young, a warmth radiating across his chest. Nerves, the sort that bubble up when you are forced to be something that you never planned on being, are also very much present. But he does a good job at hiding the 'new parent jitters' @CaeddaMorningstar
Beeches of Alyssum: She lets the tears flow silently, then, completely disregarding her brother's innocent game to succumb to her emotions. "G-good." She breathes, smiling just a bit. "I know you would..." Then, when her gaze follows his across the way and to the Healer, she whimpers, all but sensing what her brother wanted to do. "Let's keep away from that Elf, maybe?... They gave me the creeps" @CaeddaMorningstar
Shia 10/31/2019
Wither: She hadn't moved much, and wouldn't still despite Sundew's approach. There was something about the way it felt to stand amidst the chaos. She compared it to standing in a river. The Elves were like water... it didn't matter what got in their way, they would continue moving. Dancing. Playing. Had Sundew said that? Although their time together brief, she felt pretty sure that that was something the other she-wolf would say. Eventually, her eyes met with the Terran's, and they followed the snout down to read the wolfs full expression before showing any intention of replying.
"Oh yes." a moment would pass, she'd follow Sundew's gaze to settle upon the pups, and then continue. "Why the masks?" @medigel

orion 10/31/2019
Shivering Aspen: He's stood guard all this time, even when he's supposed to be relaxing and enjoying himself. He can't. Not when there's--so much out there, unseen in the dark, waiting just beyond the boundaries of the Court to slither in and try to take hold all over again. It's an understatement to say that Aspen is on edge, but fortunately enough for him, it's rather difficult to tell such things; his expression remains calm and placid as he observes the festivities unfolding before him, taking a few seconds to briefly examine the new pups Beechbone had brought back. Halfbloods. A curious anomaly, to be sure, and one that put an uncomfortable twist in his stomach for reasons he couldn't quite identify--they were the signs of coming change, embodied in tiny forms and frolicking without a care in the world.
He's afraid of what they meant for the Court's future, and his own.
Still, there's plenty of other faces to focus on, old and new. He recognizes something in Tear Garden--just faintly, enough to where his interest is piqued. She looked familiar and yet not, and without a doubt as though she wasn't having an excellent time at the moment. It would be rude of him to simply let her suffer on her own, especially when he'd noticed that she seemed to be uncomfortably distancing herself from the rest--he could relate to that, at the very least. Wordlessly, he moves to stand near her, not quite beside to avoid placing any undue stress upon her, but close enough to make conversation just a touch easier.
"Forgive me for intruding, but I couldn't help but notice that you appear...distraught." His voice is soft, carefully composed--he's grown quite good at quashing his own feelings down into nothingness by now, and it shows. "May I ask what troubles you this evening?" @Nymph

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: She laughs quietly, "Probably something nonsensical, I think Beeches of Alyssum went and got herself a prophecy earlier. Bone of Sunopal is probably antagonizing her with it." She sighs and smiles towards their pups. A responsibility she never expected, but one she loves dearly.
"They're both so lively and excitable, though on opposite spectrums I feel." She leans her head towards his side, nuzzling, "I wouldn't trade them for the world."
Bone of Sunopal: "We will keep away, but I have a theory I would like to test. You can stay here, and I'll be right back. Mom and Dad are right there, I promise nothing will happen to you, and I promise I will be back." He makes sure his sister is okay before he runs off to get a prophecy himself. He wants to see if it will be the same, or if he has a different outcome than his sibling.
@Shia

KasaiLoki 10/31/2019
Quinell: The small wolf-dog had been trying to mingle with a brown huntress wolf, Snapdragon, before his eyes caught sight of the female canine he had travelled with for a few moon already, his bushy tail began to wag. His tongue lolled out of his mouth as his backend wiggled, approaching Prothesia.
“Ah-hah! There you are!” He yipped loudly. @Shia

Nymph 10/31/2019
Tear Garden: She hadn't expected someone to approach her. She should have, at some point, as Elves had been curious of her return from the start. She had seen many faces recently who claimed to have known her as a puppy or her father, and yet the guilt always seeped in deep when she had to admit she barely could remember anyone from that time. The trauma of the attack had erased so much, consuming the good memories until all that was left was shrieks and the image of her father shoving her aside. It was a heavy burden to bear, and she bore it poorly.

She twitched in surprise, head raising to meet the gaze of Shivering Aspen. She felt bad, really, for her own doubts showing so clearly. It wasn't her intention to ruin the mood of the feast -- she was trying, really! It was just... so much.

"Oh," she breathed, ears flipping down sheepishly. "I'm sorry, was it that obvious? I didn't mean..." She trailed off, noting his demeanor. Excuses didn't feel necessary, honestly. Her shoulders lowered, eyes directed to the fire. "It's just a lot. I never thought I'd be back here. I thought it was all gone. There's so many wolves who say they know me... I feel like a fraud. Like I don't belong."
@orion

Shia 10/31/2019
Beechbone: A flash of concern crosses his face
"Should we step in?" From afar, he couldn't quite make out whether or not Alys was crying, but the warmth in his chest grows more intense the longer he stares out at them. One consoling the other. It all but took his breath away... Then, upon Petals' touch he relaxes in place. Commotion some ways off draws his attention away from her, and for a second he looks torn between leaving her side and attending his duties.

"Neither would I. Petals, will you excuse me?" *Another nuzzle, another look into her eyes and then off to their children, before Beechbone steps away from the Mother Tree. @CaeddaMorningstar

orion 10/31/2019
Aspen: She's nervous. Uncertain, uneasy, as though she feels she has to prove herself somehow to the rest and earn her place here. He knew her name, although her father's is more familiar to him; Tearful Goodbye, lost that night along with so many others. He can see it all so easily, playing out within the confines of his skull. A massacre unlike anything he'd ever expected, ever wanted to see, with elven bodies piled up by Trolls like nothing more than refuse. He can almost feel the slick wet of blood under his paws, turning the earth to a horrific ruddy slush that had clung to his fur for days on end, the scent of metallic agony reeking in his nose. There were many that were merely ghosts of the past now, although Aspen remembered how he'd seen them last. Lost, all of them, bloodied and broken and gone gone gone—

He gives a soft smile, gently bowing his head. The firelight catches what little can be seen of his eyes under his 'veil,' and he hopes it was enough to hide his recollection.

"I wouldn't fret so much, were I you. Times are...different now, to say the least." He can hear the halfblood pups speaking to each other not far away, and one ear briefly flicks in their direction. "I understand your trepidation, however. It's certainly overwhelming, particularly in light of everything that's happened. But we have little else to do aside from moving forward, dare I say."

He's glad now that he hadn't immediately named her father, opening the conversation with painful memories. There were already plenty of those to go around, far more than any of them needed. Far better to approach her on level ground than to invoke those ghosts, and to meet her as she was rather than in anyone else's shadow.

"I see no falsehood in you. You are young, and you've shouldered a burden you never should have been forced to carry--memory is a rough thing, as I'm sad to say. But that hardly makes you a fraud, regardless of what your mind may suggest."

@Nymph

Shia 10/31/2019
Prothesia: The slightest of twitches finds her own bushy tail, but her expression remains the same. Neutral. Hallow. She looks beyond him, looking towards the she-wolf he came from, before returning her attention to Quinell.

"Indeed. Who is that?" @KasaiLoki

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: Her ears perk up as she hears the crying and lets Beechbone leave her side. "Of Course." She trots behind him, concern filling her expression wondering what could have happened, and fearing the worst.

Bone of Sunopal: He bounds back over to his sister, he kept his mouth shut around the old healer. He had some comments to say, but none of them nice and his mother taught him better. How dare the wolf scare his sister, and how dare she say he would profit from it. If her visions are true, well he's just gonna do his best to make sure it isn't, even if it will supposedly harm him. He stops at his sisters side and nuzzles her cheek, speaking softly: "Hey Alys, don't take what that wolf said in any seriousness. Ours wasn't the same, and if we aren't in it together it isn't true."

He looks up as their father starts heading their way, "Dads coming, and Mom's close after." He get's close to her side again so that they're touching, tail starting to move as their parents approach.*

@Shia

Nymph 10/31/2019
Tear Garden: She was inclined to silence as she listened, noting his smile with a tilted head. He's honest, and soft, although she wonders if that's just how she perceives him. For a moment her mouth pulls into a slight half smile, relief reaching her eyes. His words hit home, and they soothe her wounds for just a moment.

"Thank you," she answered, eyes returning to the fire. It didn't fix everything, no, but it helped, and she'd only fully recover by these small helps that would become something healing and whole. "I... know my father passed. Beechbone told me already. A part of me sees him in the Elders. Sees the things he must have taken from them or he toke from them. It's... odd. Like he's here and he isn't." She looked up, tail tapping against the ground gently. "Forgive me, I've been rude. How are you fairing? This is my first feast; is it meeting your expectations?"

@orion

Shia 10/31/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: "W-wait, Boneopal n-no!"

Her fussing would be in vain. His attempt to calm her only served to smooth the surface, while everything underneath bubbled and toiled. She looked to their parents, searching for the eyes of her mother before keeping her gaze trained upon her brother...

Whispering, mostly to herself, Alys whined. "Nononononono..." @CaeddaMorningstar

medigel 10/31/2019
Sundew: A soft chuckle. "I suppose that seems strange, doesn't it. We Elves cloak ourselves in so many things: in jewelry, in cloth, in flowers and other personal possessions. We are what we wish others to perceive us as. Tonight, the masks are made manifest."

@Shia

RozeyBear10/31/2019
Fell Fire: There were so many wolves about for The Great Feast, too many new faces to keep his anxiety in check. The young Marshal ground his teeth together, seated near foliage that shaded his form and allowed him to blend into the background. He watched with sharp eyes the newcomers, these rogues the council had seen fit to allow entrance into their home. Perhaps he still held too great of a grudge, perhaps he wasn't justified in his wary treatment of them. After all, some of them seemed more than gracious to be here, some glanced about, awestruck by the elves and the jovial atmosphere they worked so hard to create.

Fell didn't fall for it as easily. The light hearted smile he offered to passing elves didn't reach his eyes and his chest clenched with the memory of loss and regret. So he chose to stay back, separated from conversations and dancing and fun in favour of keeping an eye on the strangers sharing in their celebration.

orion 10/31/2019
Shivering Aspen: So she knew of her father's fate, then. He can't say he was terribly surprised--it was likely one of the first things she had been informed of, considering the sheer importance of the knowledge. Silently, Aspen can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there might have been something more he could have done that night, something that would have spared just one more elven soul--one more run back into the maw of it all, one more life pulled from its teeth. It could have even been her sire, had he pushed himself and gotten to him in time. It was wishful thinking, and cruel to himself to linger on the idea, but he can't stop himself even if he wanted to.

"Your father deserved every bit of the respect he commanded." Aspen himself hadn't been particularly familiar with Tearful Goodbye, but it was hard to ignore an Elder. They were each chosen for a reason, and he had had no qualms with Goodbye's position. "I can only hope what he passed on to the living gives you some form of comfort. It is...difficult, to lose someone so close."

Ah. She's asked something of him--or rather, inquired about him. Aspen offers a quiet chuckle, at least glad to see that Tear Garden seemed to have relaxed more.

"I am well." A lie. Blatant and bold-faced, but he offered no tells to betray himself, no cracks in his facade to pick apart until the writhing horror underneath was laid bare to the world, ugly, raw, and bleeding. What would they all think of him then, when they saw what had become of him right under their noses? He was barely an elf at this point, instead little more than a shambling shell of himself still playing the part like his life depended on it. "I must admit, I find this feast to be--unusual, but that is perhaps not a bad thing. I'm sure I'll adjust soon enough, however."
@Nymph

Shia 10/31/2019
Beechbone: It took him a moment to realize Petals was on his heels, and when he did it took another to understand why. But when it clicked his expression was filled with guilt.Of course she would come along. This wasn't one of his meetings. This wasn't him attending to the guests. This was the act of two parents, not one, going off to check on their children. He slowed so that she might catch up, in doing so nodding to the other attendees, Sundew Scion, looking to meet with the eyes of his Marshalls, Aspen and Fell Fire, and to share a warm look with Tear Garden before addressing Bone of Sunopal and Beeches of Alyssum.

"Children," A phrase he had to get used to. His attention switched between Sunopal and Alyssum. "Is everything alright?" @CaeddaMorningstar

medigel 10/31/2019
Hazel: Stag Jump would need to keep an eye on this one: she was bounding into the party with aplomb, either heedless of the decorum necessary or just too darn excited to care. Swiftfell gatherings didn't feel NEARLY so fun to her - everything was new and strange and begging to be examined! She definitely was glad she impulsively accepted the Elf's invitation.

By no other reason than pure whim, she found herself locking eyes with one of the Elves. He seemed so keen on staring, waiting, watching...How boring! Time to introduce herself.

"Hello!" she chirped upon approach. "Great party you have here! I bet I can guess what you are." She squinted dramatically, eyeing Fell Fire up and down before also dramatically pronouncing, "You must be a prince who doesn't like to dance!"
@RozeyBear
@belloblossom

Ziirahdane 10/31/2019
Evenstar: The elder’s steps were light and effortless as she moved quietly towards the area nearer the Mother Tree. The chatter of the Feast’s guests was a melodious hum, only slightly muffled by the silken hood that hid her dark ears. Looking over her shoulder towards Penumbra, she smiled softly and waited at the fringes of the festivities. “There are many faces here tonight, new and old,” Evenstar offered, voice gentle and tail swaying in tempered amusement. “Perhaps… there will be something here interesting enough to keep your attention?” @medigel

medigel 10/31/2019
Penumbra: Like the bat whose wings he wore like trophies, he seemed to glide after Evenstar like a shadow. He met Evenstar's gaze briefly in acknowledgement before he looked sidelong at some of the gossiping party goers they left in their wake. There was...a lot of noise, for a pack that had suffered as she had told him. He found himself picking out exit routes, possible obstacles, and the guards or potential guards, just in case.

He didn't stay behind for long. Instinct dictated he took the side of the she-wolf more populated, as a bodyguard might, and so he did as a courtesy. Penumbra wouldn't be intimidated, even if he didn't quite understand their traditions. He walked as a soldier might, alert and serious.

"If you feel like introducing me," he said. "As a warning, I'm not popular at Dawnstar's gatherings."
@Ziirahdane

Shia 10/31/2019
Wither: Ah, yes. Masks. Of course.

"I see." She considers her own headdress for a moment. The book strapped tight against her chest (at least for this evening), and all the necklaces she has gathered over her short life... wondering many things quietly to herself. Then, as quickly as one topic ends another is abruptly begun.

"I heard you by the fire. Lovely words... I'm sure you have plenty a story to tell." @medigel

Nymph 10/31/2019
Tear Garden: She felt guilty for a moment. She hadn't known her father like the others had. Sure, he was her dad, but that itself had been a limited relationship. She had been a pup, only privy to see the family side of him. She wondered how he behaved as an Elder; what made the others look up to him so. She was jealous, almost.

And then it swept away. There was no use holding jealousy for admiration held for him. She should be honored, if anything, and she was. He was a good dad, and by the sounds of it a good Elder.

"Unusual? What has changed?" She asked softly, afraid to be too pushy or annoying. She wanted to know so much! She had missed a lot in her days apart. "Around this time my adopted family would be throwing a pumpkin feast. It's funny how they overlap." @orion

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: She catches up to Beechbone quickly, wondering what the look of surprise was about. It was a question for later though as her children were of a more important concern. When they arrived at their spot, she let's their father take the lead but she walks to the side of Beeches of Alyssum. She wants to make sure her daughter is okay.

Bone of Sunopal: He grins as his parents approach , but it drops as soon as his father's question is out, "More or less, that old wolf told us some things. It upset Alys pretty badly."

His voice lowers to a soft whisper in the fashion of a conspirator, "I think the wolf is full of it, honestly. And if they say something like that again and get Alys even more upset, I might just fight them."

He looks at his mother, "Sorry, Mom, but that's just gonna have to be how it is. I don't make the rules, the wind does."

And if the wind is telling him to fight an old wolf to protect his sister, then so be it. He grins again.
@Shia

Ziirahdane 10/31/2019
Evenstar: Keeping towards the perimeter of the party, Evenstar continued her leisurely gait, the edges of her cloak fluttering behind like butterfly wings. She looked over the crowd for a long moment, the fondness for her kin swelling in her heart. She had to be careful here — it had been long since the Elves had had such a gathering, and though she was an Elder and composure was expected, the realization of those obviously missing was a hard thing to swallow. She was here, side by side with a stranger, in her mother’s cloak and in her father’s role... times were truly different. “One with such presence would surely be respected here,” she replied, searching for the face of Sundew Scion. “Please, come speak with the Terran - she is our Seer, and the one whose vision led us to safety.” The elder bowed her head gracefully as she made to approach the other female and her guest Wither, moving through the weaving of guests as easily as a fish through water.

@Shia @medigel

orion 10/31/2019
Shivering Aspen: Adopted family? Curious--but then again, she'd been just a pup when she'd disappeared, and her best chance of survival would not have been alone. The fact that she was here before him at all spoke to much, and he wonders what she's seen out there, so far removed from elvenkind.

Aspen gave a quiet, thoughtful hum as he tried to work through the right words to say in response--certainly, there were many answers he could give, but only a precious few weren't...unpalatable, to say the least.

"There have been plenty of new developments." he replies, tactful as always. "A new home, new faces, new ways... There's much to take in, even for an old wolf like myself. I may have seen my fair share of how things were, but we're in a different world now, and what I know is simply a shadow fading in the dawn."

He still has plenty of years left to live, provided nothing else intervened first, but it was hard not to feel somewhat obsolete in light of such things. He was a Marshall--clearly needed, but inevitably training up his own replacements to take over his duties.

May they fare better than he had.
@Nymph

DeD 10/31/2019
Fern Valley: The Elder is quiet as he makes his way around the outskirts of the gathering, pausing to linger here and there and let his eyes scan the gathered individuals. At the moment is his uncharacteristically quiet, his expression distant and thoughtful. Admittedly, he had been at first distracted by Chronicler Amaryllis' outburst at the feast's opening. He had brushed it off (though not after noting to himself about what sort of first impression this might make on the outsiders) in favor of noting the ongoing events. The elves that chose to interact with the rogues. Beechbone's displays of affection both towards his children and their mother. He glances around, offhandedly wondering where Bramble is. How he had convinced her to accompany him to this event was beyond him, though he hadn't done much to push her into actually arriving together. That, he figures, might have been too much of a scene. Especially on an evening like this when the rumor mill was in full force.


He sighs and shakes the feeling of weight from his shoulders, plasters a warm smile onto his face to cover up any sort of look of weary concern, and presses into the gathering.

Shia 10/31/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: *Of course they wouldn't... of course they wouldn't...

When their parents arrived, and Petals drew in close, Alys opted to remain at her brothers side. A fleeting sensation of distrust welled up inside of her but was quickly waved when her brother spoke up. She stayed silent at first, averting her gaze when Beechbone** spoke, only to look between her parents enthusiastically upon Sunopal's remark. And when her brother spoke of fighting, she couldn't help but argue.

"No you won't!" Her voice cracked, a light chuckle following it. Whatever doubt had been planted was receding fast. She had always felt safer when the whole family was present. "Tell the wind to fight that wolf itself!" @CaeddaMorningstar

CaeddaMorningstar 10/31/2019
Bone of Sunopal: He playfully pushes his sister and then bounces on his paws, laughing, "Yes I will! The wind will guide me, and I'll land all the right hits and that wolf will be flying into the sun by the end of it!"

He bats at his sisters ear for emphasis, "Ill be the greatest fighter we've had just wait and see..."

He sticks his tung out at her. He looks like he's about to say another remark when he actually takes in his surroundings and the amount of wolves there. So many new faces, and so many are beautiful. He catches a good look at Fern Valley, who just looks like the wolf he wants to be when he grows. He wonders why the metal isn't as shiny as the others, but it's not his place to ask and he still looks good.

His attention gets grabbed by Evenstar next, and his little pink tung keeps bleping as he takes in the utter grace she carries with her. He nudges his sibling in order to try to bring her attention to the she wolf.
@Shia

Shia 11/01/2019
Beechbone: Before him stood a puppy. His puppy. From time to time he would question the validity of that statement... not because he didn't so much want it to be true but out of surprise that it was? And it was in moments like these, when his son spouted his valiance, that Beechbone could not deny their relation. It was strange seeing so much of himself in someone else... even if the Elves were close, the Elders within them closer, it would never amount to the closeness of parenthood. What would have been some laughter, some playful looks cast over to Petals and their daughter, was merely a moment of silent gratitude. A soft, calm look holding his features. Then, as if registering the topic of the conversation, he turns to face the wolf in question. Reality floods in, and the Head Elder sighs.

"Ah..., yes... that uh. They are rather eccentric." He fights a strange urge within him. Not necessarily a desire to confront or attack but... something equally as protective. "Whatever they have to say is far from the truth, young ones. They believe it all, but you don't have to." He looks squarely at Alyssum, watching the exchange between the pups before Sunopals attention is drawn elsewhere. "You don't have to." He winks, and offers her a loving smile. "Isn't that right, Mother?" As soon after the word left his mouth, Beechbone felt a twist in his gut. That was weird. Calling Petals mother was true, but weird... @CaeddaMorningstar

Shia 11/01/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: Shoving back, she fusses and swats at his every attempt to tease her. Her soft mutterings of 'no' and 'stop' come out as often as her fit of giggles. And she would have stayed entirely focused on her brother, returning to a state of ease if not for Beechbone and Petals intensity. Their focus upon her. And her father's mention of the wolf and his lies... she felt her brothers wandering eye before she noticed it, nudged in order to see what he saw yet too distracted by the parents that wished to comfort her. Those eyes, as bright green as her mothers, began to well with involuntary tears again. Her head nodded in agreement to all that Beechbone said before she rushed in to nuzzle against him -- eyes sealed shut, cheeks damper now than they had been before. She extended a paw weakly at her mother, hoping the gesture would be read clearly 'come, come closer.'

Through the sniffles, she muttered "I don't want to end... I don't want leave you... I don't want to leave Sunopal..." @CaeddaMorningstar

RozeyBear 11/01/2019
Fell Fire: He saw her before she saw him, dark pelted and bouncing with each paw step that fell against the earth. The Marshal expected many a thing, but never for Hazel to lock onto his gaze and move toward him. One brow lifted while she approached, regarding her with silent trepidation.

His silence broke when she loudly took a guess at his status within the pack. A low rumble of a chuckle emitted from his chest, the knot of anxiety forming in his throat slowly ebbing away. This she-wolf seemed harmless enough, then again he knew better than to judge one so early on.

His shook his head, indicating the Head Elder and his family across the way with a tilt of his head. "No, the 'prince' is there." He fell silent again, mulling over his next choice of words. "I'm pleased you are enjoying yourself."

@medigel

KasaiLoki 11/01/2019
Quinell: The red eyes of the male glanced back towards Snapdragon before they glanced back at Prothesia.

“Oh!!! That is someone called.... Snapdragon. Like those little tall flowers we saw! Those super colorful ones. Don’t the wolves here have such the strangest names??? How neat is that though. Did you want to meet her? I think you should. Come, Prothesia! Let us travel over there to speak with her!!!” @Shia

medigel 11/01/2019
Sundew: “I am sure many of us do, most more than I. You are welcome to share your wisdom, Guest Wither. I am very curious to hear more about you.” Wither’s way of thinking was intriguing, and they could debate and discuss, things Sundew enjoyed.

But it seemed they were drawing attention. Evenstar navigated the party goers easily, bringing with her another outsider with odd jewelry. Sundew sat up, ready to welcome them. “Elder Evenstar,” she greeted pleasantly with a nod. “A pleasure as always. This is my guest, Wither.”
@Shia @Ziirahdane

medigel 11/01/2019
Penumbra: Presence...These “Elves” and their ways were strange indeed. He already gathered by picking up snatched of conversation that most didn’t care for the outsiders; some eyes he felt at his back were wary. Good. At least they weren’t total fools. Evenstar pulled ahead, and he found himself struggling to keep pace so easily. It wasn’t that Penumbra was afraid of jostling other wolves, though he did his best evasion movements to avoid that: it was that he felt like a rolling bolder chasing the wind. The Elves were light footed and elegant; he was solid if silent.

So, this was the Terran she mentioned. “Savior” of the pack. Penumbra had no strong opinions of seers at this time, other than they held strange powers as something to note. He glanced at Wither as she was introduced and could tell even before the rank of guest was given that she too was a stranger to the court. Neither of them looked like they belonged, although this one looked...odd. He watched them intently.
@Shia @Ziirahdane
Hazel: “Oh!” She looked where he indicated and immediately cooed over the scene: a loving family, just like her own! That was something you could find anywhere, huh. “They’re so cute~” she said, tail wagging.

“I’m having SO much fun, oh my gosh. Everyone is so pretty and dressed up and graceful!” Hazel did a small twirl in place, trying to mimic a dance she had seen earlier. “You don’t look so happy, though. What’s up?”
@RozeyBear

Nymph 11/01/2019
Tear Garden: "I see..." she murmured softly. She had missed it all, but in the same way followed their path. A new home, new faces, new ways. Then she came here. She glanced at the faces around her, lingering a tad on the large grin of Roach before shuddering and turning her attention to Aspen once more. All these faces had suffered the same ordeal. Well, most of them. Her eyes trailed to the youngest additions. The newest generation in the new era.

"I heard there's more to do, aside from feasting. Is there anything around you'd recommend?" If she was going to become an Elf, again, she should at least try the traditions.

@orion

orion 11/01/2019
Shivering Aspen: He can hardly blame her for wanting to experience the feast--if he were a little younger, a little less like this, he might have been just as eager as she was. There's the slightest moment of hesitation as he wracks his brain, trying to think of just the right suggestion to give her.

"Well," he begins, looking thoughtful. "I myself have always enjoyed the tales spun by the fireside, but I'm not certain it's exactly time for such yet. The berry brews the Healers make are also worth sampling, but if you aren't especially confident in your constitution, it may be best to tread lightly, as far as those are concerned. We certainly wouldn't want to ruin your first proper feast with a hangover." That draws an honest laugh out of him, however short it may be. Aspen himself has plenty of memories that begin with waking up groggy and nauseous after a night of enthusiastic celebration. "If you've the patience for it, watching outsiders partake too heavily of such things is also entertaining."
@Nymph

KasaiLoki 11/01/2019
Snapdragon: The huntress had been in a rather quiet (quiet for her, loud for him) conversation with the small wolf dog that she had been slightly relieved when the lighter male bounded from her. Her solitude was short lived, when the white she-wolf approached her. "Ah, so you made it." *Snapdragon said to the seer, glancing towards her."

Prosper: A slight twitch of her nose as the scent of the feast filled her nostrils. Six was here somewhere, she knew. Fortune would be on the hunt for him. She would just need to be patient to find the male, and hope his craze hadn't affected him too much in their separation. She had approached Snapdragon with a slight nod to her head. "I figured now was than later," Prosper stated, her eyes drifting over the partygoers, settling on Wither. "Huh." *she hummed, watching the darker seer.

Shia11/01/2019
Prothesia: A long, exaggerated sigh, meant to be dramatic in nature, escaped her. For a split second she thought to mention Hazel Lock, their original chaperone and the one who seemed to be sulking along the fringes but... didn't. It was easier just to go with the flow of things. And... Quinell was right. These wolves were so very strange...

Her voice, as it always was, held very little in the way of inflection. "Fine. Let's go." @KasaiLoki

Shia11/01/2019
Wither: She nodded. "Please, I would greatly appreciate that. I'm more than willing to share and compare notes..." her gaze wandered to the tree, rising with its trunk up to the point in which a dark oblivion of leaves obscured the sky... and she muttered, mostly to herself but loud enough for the other wolf to hear. "And it brought you all the way here, huh..."

'Parties' were not really her scene, but the goal had been to get herself here so that Sundew might readily give information. The other wolf had a depth and perspective in which Wither had yet to see and hear from anywhere else. She was excited to make this connection... Her eyes fell again to meet with her chaperone, only to notice another pair approaching them. Beyond Evenstar and Penumbra, who she looked towards as Sundew addressed them, a pale form shifted like that of a ghost in her periphreal and for a second Wither noticed her chosen sister, Prosper.

There was no change in her expression. No hint of recognition. Just a look before it was returned to the immediate moment. @medigel @Ziirahdane @KasaiLoki

CaeddaMorningstar11/01/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: She leans down to Alyssum's level, wanting to be one the same ground as her after sharing her looks with Beechbone, "Your Father is right, dear. Just because they believe their own... Visions doesn't mean you have to."

She offers her a comforting smile when Alys motions for her to come closer. She follows the beckoning paw and nuzzles into her daughter cheek after hearing her words, "No matter what other's say, it is you that runs your world. You are the one who has the power to make changes like that. If you don't want to leave your brother and I then there is no reason for you to."

She thinks about this "end" her daughter mentions and her face becomes serious. Who would say something like that to a child? "Whatever end this is that you speak of, I will not let it happen. I will do everything in my power to make sure it never does, my love. You are safe here, I will keep you safe."

She fixes her daughter's flowers where they had been messed up by her brother's attempts to get her mind off the foreboding fortune, "You will never be forced to leave our sides, Alyssum."

She nuzzles into her daughters cheek again, a second reassurance of love for her daughters fear. She fight's her own feeling of over protection away: there's no need to take the children back to her den so early into the festivities. Her worries as a first time parent throwing her feelings out of proportion. It just a wolf, eating things it shouldn't, and scaring children... Maybe she will discuss getting more pup friendly activities for next season

"Is there anything else I can do for you, Alyssum?"
@Shia

Shia 11/01/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: Sniffles and soft mutterings too low to hear leave the young pup as she pulls away from Beechbone to better lean into her mother, Petals.

"Thank you..." She whispers, breathing in the familial scent of her family so close, feeling as supported and safe as any one individual could; and never wanting for that moment to end. As her mother fusses with the flowers on her head she sits nice and still, a cheeky look to her dampened face as she begins to pant contentedly. Then, a deep breath in and a sharp sigh out.

"I feel better now." A stray sniffle, a quick glance at her brother and then up to their father. "I love you."
@CaeddaMorningstar

Nymph 11/04/2019
Forbidden Oath: When a funny lanky wolf crossed her path she hadn't thought much of it. His invitation had been an odd one with assumptions threaded within, as if he knew who she was and what she did. He spoke of a pack rebuilding and seeking skills like hers; someone to teach them child rearing to perfection. She had a feeling he knew her talents, although she couldn't put her paw on why.

Big Bad had not been fond of her following a stranger into foreign land, especially when he discovered Abyss vehemently insisting on following. Yet, again, the proof in how she raised children was evident when he trusted her to protect one of the most precious assets of the pack on her journey; a child. It was unlike Big Bad to agree, but Oath had a way with words.

And so, praised and complimented until the sun set twice, that strange wolf took her to the pack. Named Roachspeak, he promised her they'd learn plenty from her wisdom. Now, here she was, having washed herself three times after a bad experience with a berry and now settled neatly by the fire to dry off.

Abyss: She was just a puppy, but Oath was a clever sort. Persuasion fit her as naturally as a Mimic could, and briefly she wondered what her grandmother would have become if not a Caretaker. She had wanted to come; wanted to prove her worth young so her father might actually notice her. It'd be a lie to say she wasn't pleased by his worry.

She was tucked against Forbidden Oath, little puppy arms folded neatly as she listened.

medigel 11/04/2019
Hazel: "Ohhhhhh." She nods knowingly. "My brother's the same way; he would've died being here." Only, she doubted this one was shy so much as...tired? Wary? He looked uncomfortable either way, which surely meant he needed some cheering up. Or a distraction. And Hazel was very good at both. "Maybe you could help me really quick? Hold on."

She disappeared into the crowd. Three minutes passed before she padded back, now wearing an Elven cloak that was purple and blue. While she looked pleased with how regal it made her feel, she could also feel disdainful eyes watching her. "So, I found this earlier!" she told Fell Fire, turning a little this way and that to showcase it. "Just, like, all by itself. I was wondering if you knew who this belonged to? They're so pretty, I'd hate it if I lost it, you know?"

All Stag Jump would see from his perch, however, was his guest now sporting a cloak out of nowhere, and more than one pair of Elves appearing uncomfortable about it. "Finding", after all, might just be another word for "stealing."

@belloblossom @RozeyBear

medigel 11/04/2019
Penumbra: He took a moment to take them in, meeting their eyes and gauging what he saw in them. In Sundew he saw something quiet and reflective, still as water but ready to tremble is touched. In Wither...Penumbra wasn't so sure, and that made him curious; not that he could blame her for being so cautious among wolves that liked talking too much. When he cast a sidelong look at Evenstar, however, it was less to see and more to say: one last silent warning that he was not a good party guest. Finally, the male sat on his hindlegs, but one couldn't call him relaxed. He bore himself like he thought any alphabrood should: with dignity and, as always in Penumbra's case, heavy sobriety.

"I come from the roots of the Bluestone Mountains," he said. "We migrate with the seasons. A seer was born recently." He would not give out details, not to these strangers. Penumbra fixed his gaze upon Sundew once more. "Evenstar tells me you're the one that saved your pack. A vision of this place brought you here."

It didn't sound like polite conversation so much as it was the beginning of an interrogation.
@Shia @Ziirahdane

medigel 11/04/2019
Sundew: She offers Penumbra a welcoming smile in spite of his demeanor. There was no need to project her ongoing insecurities and anxieties to an Outsider, much less one with such piercing eyes. "As we fled, my Terran sisters gave us one last gift, yes," she replied cryptically, deflecting as always. It was not her, Sundew Scion, who had saved the Court, but her power; the difference was immeasurable to her. "Flowers, all in bloom. Green richer than our dye. It was as if Mother Earth made this place specifically for us; each day, I wake and give Her thanks for this bounty."

Penumbra did not seem taken by her faith. She didn't expect him to. Even among the Elves, direct worship wasn't always prevalent. But he also seemed ready to bristle at more prodding questions, so she turned to the conversation towards Wither. "Would you tell us about yourself, my guest? Have you any traditions?"

@Shia @Ziirahdane

belloblossom 11/04/2019
Stag Jump had been gazing about the celebration, watchful eyes and ears listening in for any juicy tidbits he could use to feed the gossip pool later. Of course one thing tat all of the pack would be discussing was Petals' and Beechbone's new litter. Consisting of two pups, Bone of Sunopal and Beeches of Alyssum, which had great mouthfuls of names, just like their mother. He'd always appreciated the company of adults over pups. He didn't have any abhorrence towards pups and indeed sometimes they saw things that adults couldn't, which made them just as valuable for gossip as any of his grown kin, but they were too crowded around tonight. To try and get close would be too much trouble. Besides, he had brought his own company that evening.

Now where was Hazel? Ah, there she was, speaking with one of the marshals, Fell Fire, but-goodness, where had she gotten that cloak she was sporting? Had someone given it to her or had she... He glanced down at his bracelets. He couldn't exactly judge if she had, er, picked it up. He had half a mind to go inquire after her, but his attention was torn away.

"Ah, Snapdragon!" He greeted the hunter. "Indeed, I have. She's out enjoying the festivities with Fell Fire, over there." He nodded in the direction of such. "They seem to be enjoying themselves, so I shan't intrude." He turned his gaze to the she-wolf. "And what of yourself? Have you found someone you'd like to include in tonight's merriment?" @KasaiLoki @medigel

Shia11/05/2019
Beechbone: The exchange amuses him, and he audibly chuckles as Bone of Sunopal bolsters the courage to speak. He wouldn't have expected anything less from his fellow Elder young and playful as he usually is, it would make sense that Fern would have a way with children. And, perhaps, Fern was his closest counterpart, aside from Hazel Lock, so the fact that he appeared genuine in his interests was all the more gratifying. "Ha, well... there is a time and place for everything, isn't there." He grins, unable to hold back his own version of a cockeyed, boyish smile. Then, to his children, he remarks coolly

"Your Elders are to be respected, children. Not only because I am your father but because we, as the leaders, are responsible for oh so very much of what The Court does and does not engage in. Engage, being what we do or don't do. We help figure out the rules, so that everyone can be safe while still having fun." He swallows a large breath. It was one he felt he hadn't been able to take in weeks. "Fern Valley, isn't it true that you also look after the Marshalls and their charges? Our blossoming military unit?" To this end, he flicked his attention to the Elder and back to his children... particularly, the scrappy young Sunopal.

@DeD @CaeddaMorningstar

Shia 11/05/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: She was incredibly grateful for her brothers forthrightness, but also incredibly embarrassed by it and shoved into his shoulder upon hearing her name. It was one of moments where she 'would have said it' if 'he hadn't said it first', but really... she would't have. More than likely she would have stood, eyes the size of the fullest moon to ever grace the lands, shocked into silence.

To say Alys was intimidated by most, if not all, of the Elven males was an understatement. Really, just the Elven kind in general made her shrink into her own coyness but the boys... she couldn't put a paw on it even if she wanted to, and the thought of doing so was far from Alys' sphere of thinking. From a distance it was easy to observe them all in their 'natural 'habitats. Her face would get hot, sure, and she'd feel some weird levity in her stomach but with their attention elsewhere it was as if she was fly on the wall. Able to hide behind her anonymity.

So. In front of Fern Valley, all the she-wolf could do was gape. This was now, more than ever, Sunopal's time to shine.

And she, as well as Beechbone, were far too invested in the current conversation to notice any of the wandering eyes that found them.
@DeD @CaeddaMorningstar

Shia 11/05/2019
Hazel Lock: She had felt good for a fleeting moment, as if the mushroom she had eaten and the nagging effects had faded... A smile crossed her maw, an embarrassed chuckle rasping from her throat. "Thank you. I really do trust that yours is an ear I can bend; should I need it. And... please. Know the feeling is mutual. I am a decent listener." Another laugh, this one hardier...

But if a wolf could face palm, Hazel would have in that moment. The lightness in her belly became heavy as the Elder thought back, was reminded of the moment in the forest, and considered back-peddling before surrendering to her folly. "Yes, of course you did. My apologies Petals..." Her sigh was full of embarrassment and shame. "I suppose this is why I am not one of the Chroniclers... Ah, yes. Shaded Amaryllis has created something... well... fascinating, really. I know a lot of the Elves will have a hard time seeing its worth, but I agree. No wolf can remember everything forever..."

Then, as Petals goes on to inquire, Hazel Lock seems to... right herself. Stiffen a bit. She can't quite hide the hardening of her expression. She whispers in return. "To be frank, I don't know. And it isn't from lack of trying, I can assure you of that. I have tried with that one. Being an Elder, we must ensure the stability of the Pack on both a physical and mental level and yet... he is so private, Petals. He has been for quite some time, although... he wasn't always." She considers what Petals offers as insight, and nods as she tosses all three berries back, features contorting at their strange bitterness. "I suppose it would make sense that... trauma would change him." The next part is spoken with fever, frustration. "But if he were suffering you'd think he would open up. If he wanted help he would have already said so. You know, I think he is cursed to sit in his own pride. To let ego swallow him whole. The Elves are a proud group by nature, don't get me wrong, but if we cannot even come together within ourselves then... We are destined to end up just like Chronicler Roachspeak."

When the berries prove futile, Hazel Lock breathes out the final bits of tension that had riled up within conversation. Perhaps it wasn't any of Petals business to know... but Hazel wouldn't be an Elf if she didn't, occasionally, enjoy a good bit of gossip. The contempt within her hadn't fully subsided, but the Elder nodded all the same and moved towards the Chronicler. "Yes. Perhaps you will have better luck than I."

"Chronicler Roachspeak." She spoke aloud, stepping lightly to the side of the fire. Her docked tail was stiff and low at her back, while the rest of her tried to shake off the previous topic. She bowed when close. "Are you the flames keeper for this evening?"
@Nymph @CaeddaMorningstar

Shia11/05/2019
Wither: Like a void with the sentience of a wolf, through tall ears and an ever-watchful gaze the female consumed. What would not outwardly reveal itself was the whirring of hope and excitement, twisted and mangled by the creeping vine of doubt, suspicion, and pity. The wolves of the world believed themselves 'guided'. Some, special. And it took every ounce of control to keep her from speaking her truth.

The Dawnstar housing a 'seer' intrigued her. What were the acclaimed mechanics of that one? Were they similar to Sundew? With powers assumed to stem from the Earth? Or, perhaps, they were more like Prosper and her 'foresight', of which a wolf with any amount of deductive reasoning skills could accomplish? (yes, she had to justify it even to herself) She was eager to know more and quickly disappointed when the male stopped short of his story. At least she knew where to start looking...

Penumbra's investigation became her own, then, as again Sundew laid out the tale of an Elven rescue. With every telling, Sundew expanded upon the visuals, but never quite dove into the heart of it... what did she see? And why? Where did it come from? Perhaps she had been led here... or perhaps instinct was a good driving force for survival, and if you walked long enough... you could find just about anything.

But even that fell short of providing enough for the dark she-wolf. And as the focus was turned towards herself, Wither obliged without second thought.

"Every evening, when I no longer wish to travel, I sit beneath cover and paw at this object." She gestures with the slightest tilt of her chin towards the book strapped against her side. "There are things as thin as leaves held within, fastened to it, and upon them are symbols much like those your Chronicler has created... which gives me pause, as I'm sure it would yourself. I cannot understand it, but there is something rather comforting in the unknown. Every night I do this. It has become a ritual of sorts, although I hesitate to use the term." Her gaze passes across each face, one at a time, before she continues. "I found it in my early adolescence and have carried it with me ever since. And when I am not left crippled by my strange ailment, I am glad to be able to have this on my journey."

Because... that was what Sundew meant by 'tradition', yes?

@Ziirahdane @medigel

Vis 11/05/2019
Gesture: Had a moment where she was watching the groups around her again, maybe she was stalling a bit. She felt weird covering her markings that made herself Gesture. Nonetheless she had been peering off into a random direction as she noticed movement in the corner of her eye. A small wolfdog had gestured to her. Seemingly talking to another wild dog. The tall and lanky lady had never met one but had seen one fleetingly around her. Perhaps this would be fun. She tilted her head to the two in curiousity although for a moment she got distracted by Hazel Lock. *That wasn't weird cause she was usually clad in shinies anyhow so it often caught Gesture's attention. Nonetheless she moved towards Prothesia and Quinell nonetheless, it seemed they had stopped to contemplate something.
@Shia @KasaiLoki

RozeyBear 11/05/2019
Fell Fire: A soft noise emitted from his throat at the comparison to her brother. It wasn't cruel or condescending, merely an acknowledgement of her attempt to connect better with him. His brow quirked when she requested his help and, for a moment, he thought she meant him to follow. When she spun and flit from his view, swallowed up by the crowd around them.

Huh. What an odd outsider. Were all of them like this? He looked around as he waited, taking note of the others attending the party with mixed emotions. Perhaps Beechbone had been right to invite the others to The Great Feast. Perhaps this would open new paths in a new home. Allegiances would be beneficial to their militial interests.

Now Fell wasn't sure what he was expecting Hazel to come back with, but it certainly wasn't an Elven cape. He rose from his seated position and dipped his head in a half bow as she approached him again. He'd figured out she wasn't a threat to his pack or home and now years of childhood lessons demanded he treat the lady as just that, a lady. Eyeing her curiously as she turned, displaying the cape that if he was being truthful actually looking very.... fitting on her.

"It is quite the garment," he agreed, turning his gaze from her to scan the crowd. A few Elves looked appalled, more looked upon her accusingly. Surely if someone had lost a cape like this one, they'd have tried looking for it, right? His eyes moved back to Hazel. "I do not, but if you'd like we can make our way about the party to see if anyone claims it."

@medigel

medigel 11/05/2019
Hazel: "Awesome! Lead the way, Mr...uh...Oh! I'm Hazel, by the way," she says quickly, laughing at her forgetfulness. "From the Swiftfell. Someone named Stag Jump invited me after we chatted, he's a nice guy. He's over there! Anyway, take the lead, sir."
( @RozeyBear he can either take them to another group or just npc it for a bit!)

Nymph 11/05/2019
Roachspeak: He had expected Hazel Lock to approach eventually. She liked to torture herself, it seemed. He knew her dislike plenty, and yet she kept exposing herself to him. Roach turned his head to finally look at her, that smile she hated so much settled on his features as he bowed in return. Manners were important..

"You know my kind; drawn to any light we can find." His eyes flicked up to meet Petal's in greeting before he returned his glance to the Elder. "How can I help you, dearest friend?" His eyes narrowed briefly against his smile. They had been talking about him; he had heard his name one often does in passing, just not what it had pertained to. Lately, he had heard whispers of his name throughout the pack, although not the rumor it was surely attached to. Had the guest heard, too? She wasn't showing the unease many offered him, though. His eyes landed on Petal once more, head tilting.

@Shia @CaeddaMorningstar

CaeddaMorningstar 11/05/2019
Bone of Sunopal: His eyes go wide and there's a little sparkle to them hearing about Fern Valley's job. He love's hearing about the soldiers and marshals, his plan is to become one at some point: protecting family and pack is so important and then there's the awesome fact of just being an everyday hero. He loves the simple glory of it.

"Wow..." His tail is wagging behind him, only slightly unintentional, "Do you enjoy what you do Elder? Do you take early recruits? Can I start learning now? How did you come into the position?"

He makes himself stop asking his questions. He knows that he can ask a lot in a short amount of time, and though he's always been encouraged to be curious his tries to pace himself. He doesn't want to overwhelm the Elder. Sunopal glances at his Father wiggling in his spot again, and smiles: letting him know he is enjoying himself.

He looks back at Fern Valley, just so ecstatic that not only is this wolf very handsome, he's also very cool. He still has the smile on his face as he awaits his answers.
@Shia @DeD

CaeddaMorningstar11/05/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: Her ears shoot straight up as Hazel Lock just throws her into the line of social fire. She had just began to relax and now her heart beat is leaping again in her chest.

A sharp whisper escapes her as her ears flatten slightly, "Hazel Lock."

She hides her shock and anxiety quickly when she notices Roach's eyes on her, and offers Roachspeak an apologetic smile. She didn't mean to rile up the Elder *so much in their conversation to a point of bringing the subject to it. She was just genuinely concerned about the wolf. She had seen other's in similar states in her travels, and while she was young at the time so was her experience, leaving her with no clue on how to help. She still doesn't have a definite answer to such a state, but she knows more than she used too.

Confident in her words Petals speaks before truly thinking, "Can you join in on the conversation, Chronicler Roachspeak? I have some questions I would like to ask, and I would prefer to not shout them over a fire."

She sighs inwardly, knowing she had just sealed her fate into speaking with him. She hopes she doesn't mess it up and has him hate her forever afterwards. She's not sure if he's heard the rumors about himself, but it's about time he found out.

Unfortunately, now it must be from her mouth.

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Ziirahdane11/05/2019
Evenstar: The elder’s form was statuesque through Penumbra and Sundew’s retellings, hardly moving save for the shifting of her cloak’s folds from gentle breathing and the whirling of wolves around them. She took in the accounts of the guests quietly, gaze half-lidded and fixed until she was caught by Wither’s gaze. Evenstar blinked slowly, smile weakening guiltily as she glanced quickly at the book the strange seer kept. “What a curious totem,” she agreed, leaning her head slightly in its direction. Even as she said so, her mind had strayed again to the mention of traditions, and the smile fell from her gray muzzle all together. Casting her eyes towards the canopy of the Mother Tree and the sky above, she sighed shortly, brow furrowing slightly. “Ah! My esteemed guests, I do apologize…,” she shot Penumbra an apologetic look before continuing, knowing that he’d probably prefer she left him in different company, “… But I must prepare.” For what, she didn’t see need to mention but offered instead another bow of her crowned head before leaving the group, slipping away as easily as she came.
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Shia 11/06/2019
Beechbone: He was torn between stepping in for Fern Valley, fielding the questions, and keeping out of it... allowing the young pup to bombard someone else for a change. In the end, he settled for a happy middle ground, adding

"If recruitment is what you're looking for my boy, you'll want to speak to the Marshalls." Pointing a paw in Shivering Aspen's and Fell Fire's directions.

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Shia 11/06/2019
Hazel Lock: Admittedly, she didn't see the point in dancing around topics. Sure, Roach and herself had a tense relationship, built upon that very same flitting and fluttering but... it always took moments like these, moments for other wolves, for her to be reminded that the efficient route was the direct one. And... she hadn't realized it was so pointed as to make Petals uncomfortable. On the one hand, that was not her intention and a pang of guilt worked its way through her... but on the other, watching Petals work through the discomfort, was impressive. If she planned on being the Head Elder's mate, she would need this sort of backbone to brace herself. Especially here... still, to the other females tone, the Elder's ears twitched back ever so slightly. When the Chronicler was addressed, and he addressed them, however, her demeanor returned to its tall and poised finish.

Choosing to ignore his initial, quirky claims, the Elder breathes in deeply. "Yes." Was all she thought to contribute.

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Shia 11/06/2019
Beeches of Alyssum: She had moved to stand in between her father's forefeet, using the limbs to hide behind if and when Fern Valley's attention fell upon her. She enjoyed this. Being able to watch as something unfolded without actively being a part of it. It was entertaining because it was safe. An innocent portrayal of a potentially insidious deed. She sort of felt like that fly on the wall. Embodying a creature that was too small notice but always there listening. Larger than life in that regard. The thought sent her green eyes trailing, distracted from the conversation at hand to follow one Elf, then another, as they danced past her. Between all the shifting forms, regaled in their party attire, more like creatures of another world than those of wolves, she noticed the slipping away of her most favored attendee; Evenstar. She'd watch until the billowing of the other's cloak was lost in the sea of masks, only to quickly, and without much thought, paw at her father for attention.

In a whisper, trying to keep this just between herself and Beechbone, she said,

"Daddy, look! Where is she going?"

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RozeyBear11/06/2019
Fell Fire: Of course Stag Jump would have been the one to invite Hazel. Now that he thought about it, the dark female actually reminded him a bit of the Scout. However, their perceived similarity wasn't a pressing issue at the moment.

Shortening his strides to ensure his companion for the moment could keep up, Fell began to wind his way through the crowds. The thick bracelets on his foreleg rattled and clanged with each step, drawing more and more of his attention away from the Elves looking on with disdain. He understood their apprehension, sympathized with them, but he saw no threat amongst them tonight.

The young Marshal craned his neck, peering about for any sign of a frantic elf looking for their lost garment. When he saw nothing but concerned faces staring back at him, he sighed heavily. Either no one was coming forward or Hazel was a rather lucky outsider to have found an Elven cape all by its lonesome.

"It seems, Ms. Hazel, that cape may just belong to you." He looked over, intent on scanning the crowds again, but stopped when he noticed Beechbone gesturing toward him. His head tilted slightly, curious as to what he could be the subject of. "Perhaps we should speak with the Head Elder, he may be able to recognize it." He turned back to her, waiting patiently for her response.

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DeD 11/06/2019
Fern Valley: He gave a warm chuckle at the Sunopal's enthusiasm though he was admittedly at a bit of a loss as to what to address first. It had been a while since he had been in the company of pups. "Ah… I do enjoy my job very, very much. I have, in my work, taken a particular interest in the Marsals and the military, though I must admit that I don't necessarily take part in their heroics. I do advocate for them, though, and ensure that their needs are heard in Counsel matters, as it is our duty as Elders to make sure we function in unity and for the best of all our brethren."

Fern's smile became warm and quaint, then. "And while I myself do not do the recruiting I can already tell that, if you so choose, your enthusiasm would make you quite welcome among the noble military's ranks. And yes, as your father says, perhaps you should seek counsel from Marshals Shivering Aspen and Fell Fire"

As he finished speaking, his eyes trailed to the other pup nestled between Beechbone's forepaws. She seemed quiet, but observant. The two children certainly seemed, both in their own way, very Elven in nature. He noted the whispering between Beech and his daughter, and gave a bow of the head. It seemed an appropriate time to excuse himself.

"If you'll excuse me, Head Elder, I seem to have misplaced my companion for the night. It would be rude of me if I abandoned her for the evening, so I should be on my way." He turned his attention back to Sunopal. "If you have any further questions, young one, I would be honored to oblige you and any of your family. Your company is always welcome."

After saying his farewells, Fern moves away, eyes scanning through the crowd. Now, where could Bramble have gone…
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mosh11/06/2019
Shaded Amaryllis :: After her outburst with her discovery she'd found herself overwhelmed and woefully underdressed and had taken to her den to prepare for the feast rather than let herself remain in her unwashed and bedraggled state.

She had kept to the outskirts, watching others rather than mingle. She had spent so long ago the din of voices was nearly deafening and made it difficult for her to speak. But as time passed she grew more comfortable with the throngs of wolves, but new faces and old, and she finally felt prepared to speak with her packmates and friends.

She followed the voices of her friends, Roachspeak and Hazel Lock as well as a very familiar newcomer's voice... she wracked her brain for a moment, ah Petals, that was her name. She stepped into the light of the fire and cleared her throat, smiling at the small gathering. "My friends, hello! It warms my heart to see you here."
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Nymph 11/06/2019
Roach: Yes? Was that all Hazel Lock had to offer? It amused him, certainly, but disappointed him all the same. It seemed her usual fire was under lock with Petal around. He tilted his head towards Petal in the opposite direction, eyes narrowing a tad. Questions? For him? She was a newcomer and most likely behind on the history of the Elves, did she require his assistance in such matters?

"I suppose. Shouting is rude, after all," he answered, slinking from his spot to join the girls at their side. He was about to speak -- about to add another unsettling comment directed at Hazel Lock when a familiar voice rang out. His head rose, instantly stepping aside so Ama could settle near him, if she so choose.

"Dearest friend," This time the term seemed genuine. Or as genuine as Roach could try and be. "You've been absent, haven't you?"

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medigel 11/06/2019
Hazel: "Miss" Hazel? Oh, that sounded so nice...If a wolf could physically sparkle, Hazel would have done so as she trotted next to her companion. Her tail might have brushed against him accidentally as it wagged "Sure, I'll follow you wherever, sir!" she chirped, looking towards Beechbone and some other folks. Maybe she shouldn't be so casual about it, but the she-wolf vibrated. What a party!! She leaned into Fell Fire, who in her mind was just "Sir" since he hadn't given a name, and whispered, "Is it bad that I kinda want to keep this? You Elves make super pretty things."
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medigel11/06/2019
Penumbra: Tree leaves with sigils? He frowned at the object and decided maybe it was a blessing none of his siblings had been born with the power. Each one he met seemed to be...odd, in some way; he hypothesized that having the sight made one less in control of one's mind, the worst possible thing to a very territorial wolf like himself. But he said nothing about it and would have been content to listen and probe occasionally if not for Evenstar's sudden exit.

He shot her a look that was half surprised and half-annoyed. Penumbra had expected to just be led about like on a chain by his Elf inviter, and he should have been happier about being free to move about, but to be left in strange company...Well. For a moment, he wasn't quite sure what to do. There was a silent promise in his gaze that she wouldn't elude him for the night before he returned to the seers.

"Tell me more about this vision," Penumbra said to Sundew as he shifted in place. At least he could gather more information before he left.
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medigel11/06/2019
Sundew: A collection of thin leaves with symbols...The idea of just one or two carrying meaning was novel to her after Amaryllis's reveal, but to have so many packed into a small thing like that was curious. "What is a ritual but actions we assign personal meaning?" she said with a little smile. "I like your phrasing, Wither. The unknown can be frightening, but to know sometimes is more frightening still. Some things are best left to the imagination, or to be left well alone. To have something you do not understand so close to the heart is a humbling message."

Though it seemed their male companion did not agree. Everything about Penumbra's posture was guarded except for those eyes, those shards of sharp glass. He seemed the type to be dissatisfied to leave the unknown unsearched. Even simple sentences sounded like demands. And beside her, Wither called their power an ailment...Well. There would always be skeptics, and it was that logical attitude about it that had compelled Sundew to invite her in the first place. This might be a good step closer to having an interesting conversation with the Outsider later.

At Evenstar's departure, she called, "Oh! Very well. We will see you soon, my friend." For she had an idea of what the elder intended. Best to make this succinct, then.

"In the old homeland, it was customary for Terrans to maintain the plants in our sacred site. Usually it fell to the acolytes to tend to specific patches in rotation so that we would grow accustomed to different species. It was one of many small ways we thanked the Earth for giving us our power. It was torn apart during the Troll Invasion, but before we fled, my sister and I had gathered seeds from there and from our family's garden."

The words came easier now that she had repeated the tale enough: to the council when she first woke from it, to the general populace after a decision had been made, to individuals long since who thought they could learn more if they heard it again or younglings that had yet to know and had heard only snippets elsewhere. Sundew tailored it slightly for the Outsiders.

"As one, we had travelled under High Elder Beechbone's direction for many days beyond the old lands. I will not describe the hardships we suffered on this night of joy, but understand that we Elves were not meant to live beyond the forest like that. I prayed one night and was answered with a vision of those seeds. They were planted and growing as if time sped forward like a hare, blooming and reach out to one another: rose, sunflower, violet, daisy, alyssum, aster, dahlia, snowdrop, lily, larkspur, hyacinth...One for each of the Terran we had lost, their favorites. For me, at least, visions are usually filled with symbols like that more than actual characters. It makes them colorful, I believe."

She did not mention that they had spoken things as she passed. Past things, present things, things that might have been the future in piecemeal. In retrospect, the alyssum one had sprouted a second seedling as she moved, a tiny detail she hadn't considered until she first heard the alpha's children's names.

"I followed them as they stretched like a path beyond the hills, in the way you do in dreams. And where they stopped, I found a sea of purple flowers - the ones you had to pass through. I could not tell you how it was that I remembered everything after I woke, other than it was my sisters' last gift to me, and it had power because of it. Like a seed itself, the memory of that vision had been planted in my head, flowering as we followed it to our new home."
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medigel11/07/2019
Sundew: "Fare you well, then, Penumbra." To say she felt anxious was an understatement. Had she offended Penumbra somehow by answering his question? Or was this new tangent boring to him? She was practiced with handling Elves well, but Outsiders...It stabbed at her heart momentarily, but she tried to move past it, if only because Wither was such an interesting character. And it had been so very, very long since Sundew had an honest to god discussion about the intangible with someone...She hadn't realized how much she missed musing aloud with a conversational partner.

"You bring up good points, my esteemed guest. We have something of prophetic healer, or so they claim," Sundew said, glancing fondly towards the old wolf leaning close to what seemed like an eager pair of lovers. They didn't seem pleased with what they heard. "Though they tend to only give ill omens, and none that I have heard come to pass. Perhaps to some capacity, though, yes: some visions may indeed be a moment of insight, born of a collection of what is seen and heard before and reasoned by the sleeping mind.

"Some things, though, I cannot explain. I had never seen the Sea of Sighing before, nor the path to it, and yet the dream-vision matched the reality. I did not know that our Head Elder would meet someone and bear a daughter named Alyssum, and yet that too was shown to me, though I did not understand its significance at the time. I am of the belief, however, that the how and why of visions are acceptably unknown," _she said, "and that I am the vessel through which a greater power works. I call it Mother Earth, you might call it recollection, insight, or something else. Whatever it may be, I can only hope that it continues to allow me to help my people."

She paused, considering her words. "You speak as if the sight is an ailment. Might I ask why?"

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Shia11/07/2019
Wither: Well that was an interesting prospect. Could it be that her logic, and Sundew's faith, were one in the same? Could they both be right? It didn't seem possible and yet... perhaps it was. It could also mean that they were both horrifically wrong in their assumptions altogether and that another answer lay in wait somewhere in the world. She mused on this further, letting the other's words sit like the juice of fruit on her tongue.

"See. And there is where I challenge you, Sundew. For I believe the 'unknown' is an unacceptable reality. Or, at the very least, it is relative, and sometimes you are forced to face the truth, bending your reality; one way or the other." The first sign of a smile turned one end of her lips. "All things can become known. It is just a matter of patience and persistence. If there is a question, there is an answer. As you would say, that is the 'balance.

And to some degree, although this far more within the realm of vanity... there is an empowerment of ego in taking the reins. In considering that you are not just 'guided' by some outside force but, instead, the force itself. You, capable of helping your people. You, having all the 'power', and I use the term loosely, in which you attribute to some mystic of Nature. Anyway. I digress with that point. You get my idea."

The smile, if it could have been called that, fell flat once more. Not out of discontent but... neutrality.

"I wouldn't call it a 'sight', as it pertains to what you 'see'. I consider it more like a forced dream sequence." She shifts in place. "You see, haha, in the past I have experienced horrible episodes of full body seizures , where I am in agony for several seconds at a time without any means of escape. Once, it lasted a full minute... Or so I was told. It is excruciating, debilitating. Within those moments, I am often left to see colors. Not... things that have color, like trees or rocks or water. Not images of any kind but merely color, which fills the entirety of my vision. (Vision, of course, being my 'true' sight, what my eyes perceive, you understand, yes?) These swaths of color are fragmented, always, but on more than one occasion they have reminded me of things, or places, or creatures I have met before. It is as if the... 'seizures' create skips in the fabric of my mind, and memories as vast and dense as any can be are condensed into an easy to interpret block of saturated hue. It is queer. I will admit.

There have been a few instances where I thought I might have witnessed something before it happened, but since speaking with some rogues out on the field I have discovered a loose (but explorative) term... 'Deja vu'. I cannot quite place what this means yet but... perhaps... what do you think?"

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medigel11/07/2019
Hazel: She wondered if she would go hoarse tomorrow, briefly, before redoubling her song as Foxtrot joined. She even tried to follow her dance moves, making a second circle outside of Stag Jump as they hopped, twirled, and howled. Only when she tripped on her cloak did she stop, breaking into wheezing laughter at it all. The Swiftfell needed to throw parties like these! Maybe she could invite some Elves over.

Rolling back onto her belly after a few moments, she caught her breath and turned to Fell Fire as he offered berries. What a gentleman! He had looked so gruff and stoic, but he wasn't so bad now that he was starting to relax. It reminded her of her father; maybe that was why she was drawn to him in the first place.

"Oh, thank you, sir!" she said between pants, dipping down to sniff the berries before she ate. They smelled strange, but not unpleasant...and when the flavor burst on her tongue, she sighed through her nose in pleasure. Yup. Definitely needed to invite some of these great awesome people over sometime. The berries definitely had a strong taste, but other than warmth it didn't seem to affect her much. Still, she beamed up at Fell Fire for his offer as she got back on her feet._ "Tasty! And very thoughtful've you. I think I'm gonna lose my voice at this rate." Not that she seemed to mind. "I hope you liked the song~ I saw you swaying there."

She turned to the dancers, face still flushed from the effort of song and dance. "Great moves, you two! Wanna do some more? I've got like fifty songs to choose from!"
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Penumbra: "So am I," he said dryly as he sat his paw back down safely. "My apologies. I normally...What were you doing, then?" he asked instead. "Most are very enthusiastic about this party." He had yet to see anyone, Elf or Outsider, stand alone for long.
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Nemekaid11/07/2019
Chase the Hound: She had no actual excuse for what she was doing that didn't sound absolutely terrible. Hound plaintively looked ahead of herself, as if the dancing and intoxicated wolves would offer her salvation. They would not, and with a gentle sigh she resigned herself to her fate. "Watching. I do not possess great skill in dance, or singing," or socializing... but she wasn't exactly going to spell that out for him. She trusted that Penumbra could read between the lines. "I am content to simply be here. I did bring a guest, but I have lost them. And you? You seem to cling to the shadows just as desperately."

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medigel 11/07/2019
Sundew: _Forced to face the truth...That was the rub, wasn't it. The fundamental difference between Sundew Scion and so many others: that she preferred to run away than face anything head on. In speaking to Wither, she realized just how much that philosophy had molded her outlook on most everything. To see her guest crack a smile at the prospect of knowing, while she herself had been comfortable in not knowing...What a funny thing, meeting her here and now. Was it a happy coincidence or preordained?_

"Is there a question that should not be answered?" she asked quietly. "Something better left unsaid? What would you do if you knew everything, my guest? What would there be left to seek when you have all power?" She could not address the empowerment in herself; she could barely admit it to herself, even as the rumors spiraled. One more thing she had tried to ignore in hopes of consigning it to oblivion.

Her brow creased as she imagined the pain Wither had gone through for even the smallest vision. There had been a few Terran like that, wracked by shudders or migraines before, after, and during an episode. She remembered how her sister-acolytes had whispered: Faulty. Weak. Perhaps not even fully Elven as they claimed, for true Elves could never be harmed by a gift from the Mother. Here they might have said Outsiders only pretended at the gift, or stole it somehow, or their mothers had made a dark pact, and the Earth cursed them for it. But it was an ill omen to even think ill of the dead, and so she shook it off.

"I am so sorry you must suffer for it," Sundew told her sympathetically. "I know remedies that might ease them, if you are in need." Though it was also interesting to hear how a non-Elf was visited by visions. Wither spoke of it so clinically, she wondered if she had ever been mentored by another seer through the worst of it. If someone could have empathized, then maybe...

"Deja vu..." She tried the word out, tasting it. "I have never heard of the term, but...I have felt what you've described before. I could not say if that was a true vision or not, however. It came and went without warning, but memory is so very faulty sometimes. I cannot remember what instance had triggered it or why."

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Nymph 11/07/2019
Roach: A mother, a father, a-- His head reeled back and the smile dropped, as if inverted within a second. He stared at her, mouth snapping shut with a click. There was silence and stillness, a moment of hesitation lingering the air before her final sentence left her mouth.

Will you be okay?

It flooded back -- the memories, the screaming, the pain. He tried to swallow it. Tried to stuff it back as he had up until that very point. It wasn't working. It wasn't working. His heart hammered, his mouth dried, and panic began to seep into his blood as he remained still; so so still. Finally, it snapped; his face contorted into one of pure hatred as he looked down at Petal. It wasn't her fault. He knew this. It was his. It was the Trolls. It was his heart. And yet she was the only one he could see right now.

And her, but she was a memory he was trying to forget. He saw her phantom in the corner of his eye. Not again. Not again not again not again not --

"Perhaps they're right -- you have no place here," he hissed, and the pain leaked into every word, causing his voice to crack and strain. He didn't mean it, did he? He had been so numb, so good at not feeling and now it was flooding his system. He stepped back, glancing once at Ama and for a moment his eyes widened, giving away the unrestrained panic. His heart hurt. His throat hurt. It all hurt.

So he did the only thing he could do at that exact moment; he fled into the woods, slinking off to who knows where as he immediately regretted his lash. It hurt
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mosh 11/07/2019
Shaded Amaryllis : She inhaled sharply as the scene unfolded before her, her head snapping for just a moment to Petals offering a look of apology and hoping it was well received before tearing off after Roach into the woods.

She stumbled in the dark, ears straining to hear the footfalls of her dearest friend. She felt how his heart hurt and she wept for him as she ran.

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CaeddaMorningstar 11/07/2019
Petals Open to the Moon: The she wolf had not planned for the outburst, and no matter how much her instinct told her to, she did not flinch at his lashing out. She nodded at Amaryllis, acknowledging the look of apology, but keeping her own pain out of her eyes from the remark. There's only so much one can do when they are needed for another.

She looks towards Hazel Lock, "It's good that he got an emotional reaction, it's the first step for him to recover... I, however, don't think I feel well enough anymore..."

She scans the base of the mother tree for her children, and not finding them immediately she sighs and has a inward feeling of relief, "I don't see the pups anywhere, I should go look for them. Thank you for your time Elder, I hope the night treats you well."

What to most Elves would have seen has a back handed way to end the conversation is genuine coming from her. She only wishes the best for those that surround her. She stands up her shoulders looking defeated instead of proud like she usually holds herself: confident in her place on the outside at least. She shakes her fur out and gives the Elder a nod of goodbye.

Petals scans the crowd one more time before trotting off to go find her children, maybe their company can keep her in good spirits.

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CaeddaMorningstar11/07/2019
Bone of Sunopal: As his Father lead his eyes to the dancing and singing wolves, he noticed something, or someone else, past them. There was another puppy at the feast and he wouldn't have seen her if she hadn't sifted to view the chaos in front of her. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was someone his age who wasn't his sibling!

He made his way closer to her, trying to grab her attention without seeming rude. He didn't even think about how he had just left his father's side: that wasn't what was important at the moment. She was everything he could see at the moment. She was the only thing important to him in those few seconds.

He wanted to show her everything he could, he had so many questions to ask, and more than everything else he wanted to make a friend.

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medigel 11/07/2019
Penumbra: Desperately, was it? He snorted softly. "Neither do I. Is there something interesting to watch?" he asked, and it was hard to tell if it was rhetorical or genuine. Everything out of his mouth seemed ironic or sour in some way, matching his broody appearance. "It seems you Elves don't have a care what we do while in your lands. Mine also left me to do as I wanted."
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Nemekaid 11/07/2019
Chase the Hound: "I do enjoy watching others let loose their inhibitions and enjoy themselves," she admitted softly. It was a little too honest, more than she was comfortable with, because it revealed just how unwilling she was to cut herself some slack and put herself out there to enjoy life. Hound did not explicitly state her reservations, but it was easy to read between the lines. "We simply do not view you as a threat," she informed him casually, yellow eyes cast up towards him, silently challenging. "That, and there is so much going on this evening I do not blame a few of us for losing track of our guests. You seem to be holding up just fine without your partner."

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medigel 11/07/2019
Penumbra: "You lack security," he argued, meeting her eyes. "Strange, given what I've been told about your past." And disturbing to him. Granted, Penumbra would have been against inviting that many strangers into Dawnstar in bulk, but if it had to happen, he would have helped create a perimeter around the party, or posted watchers in different areas - something. That the Elves only had the gatekeepers and just occasional guards on top of this overall lackadaisical approach to their safety was almost infuriating to witness.

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Nemekaid11/07/2019
Chase the Hound: He was not wrong to question their security measures, but his timing was certainly lacking. Her expression hardened as steely as the grey on her coat, "Coming from someone enjoying the festivities, I would not think you one to complain." Perhaps it was not the correct avenue to pick a fight with one of their honored guests. She sighed, the sound heavy in the air. "I just would not bring up our past on a night like this. You should be out there enjoying it, drunk off of something or other." It was her not-so subtle way of telling Penumbra to back off on questioning the pack's security. Hound wasn't quite as gifted as the other elves with wordplay.

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medigel 11/07/2019
Penumbra: Enjoying the festivities. Right. He made his position clear about what he should or should not be doing by planting himself next to the Elf, allowing him the same wide view of the party as she. "I didn't come here to enjoy myself." He implied the same goal she had: watching others.

Perhaps he might have indulged if this celebration had happened closer to Serenity Moon's little...chat. As it was, he still had a sour spot inside him from that, and the party wasn't easing it. At least here in partial shadow, he felt more familiar. Even if he had to share that company.
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Nemekaid11/07/2019
Chase the Hound: She watched Penumbra wide-eyed as he welcomed himself to a seat next to her. She was sure that her barbed words would have sent him off to another area of the feast. The fact that he wanted to remain next to her was both frustrating and not all that terrible. "Then what did you come here for?" she asked of him, since clearly he did not intend on having any fun at the party. It was the entire point of having outsiders here, she thought.

"Come now, you will make me feel guilty for holding onto your company when there are better things you can do with your time." Her attempts at hiding herself at the party had been completely and utterly foiled.