Hushed Willows a swell of smoke arose and filled the air [festival]

Isleña followed Aure to the rumored festival amongst the willows. Her participation had been tentative and timid — she wasn’t sure if her friendship with the white women would persist, nonetheless her party invitation — but it seemed that the two had each swallowed their pride and were attempting to work it out. Well, they were trying to work it out if ‘work it out’ actually meant ‘ignore it and pretend like it never happened.’ That was Isleña preferred mode of dealing with the shitty parts of life, and the weird silence they traveled in suited her just fine. It was all a part of the process of moving on.

She entered the territory on tiptoes, overly-cautious that she was entering another pack’s land. Though she heard the borders were open, especially for the festival, Isleña could not help but muse how silly of a policy that was; they were almost asking for trouble, and if Isleña were not such a gentle-lady, she might have to take advantage of this. But Aure seemed intent on having fun this night, so the cocoa-dipped banshee scattered any thoughts of takeovers and tried to follow her friend’s lead.

The runty woman attached herself to Aure’s hip and allowed herself to be steered amongst a crowd of wolves she didn’t know. It seemed that Aure knew everyone though — this was not a surprise at all — and had trouble settling on who to speak to. Ultimately, she settled on an unknown male who looked woefully out of place amongst the elegant milieu, @Sanguinus. Isleña wasn’t quite used to not being the center of attention, so even though she barely spoke the language, she took the opportunity to strike up a conversation. With her tongue trying to manage the thick syllables, she pieced together the question “How, are you?” — a phrase taught to her by her many, many language tutors — and then stared at him expectantly. Okay I said something, now you say something back.