Hushed Willows [festival] so twice five miles of fertile ground

forgot to post, so sorry ;a;!

After seeing Sanguinius, they proceeded to move on with the mingling, losing themselves in the exultion and elation of the fertile season. As the festivities wore on, Aure had enacted herself as Isleña's advocate, in way; but she was fair in her translations, and since had assumed an almost mentor-like role eyeing what her pupil struggled against or stumbled over. But nothing could prepare her for the flurry of absolute and very foreign-tongued euphoria that leapt from Isleña herself and another of her make.

Through the crowd of bustling attendants. Through the clutches of mauvy, winter heather and patches of bramble, Isleña twirled like a sooty feather into the dancing embrace of another, and words surged like a river from either; too fleet, too rolling for Aure to even comprehend. The reunion reminded her sorely of her own with her twin. Although she knew now that he was well and roamed with breath still in him, her heart strained for the day when she could hold him again.

Modest and feeling intrusive, her argent gaze flickered unassumingly elsewhere as she remained lingering a whiles from the brana. This was a private affair, and one word — well, gesture — from the cocoa she-wolf and Aure would make to excuse herself. Would've left already, had Isleña not become a sort of tether to the skayona in her own way.

Of course, there was no hiding her interest, no matter how humbled she made herself appear; pale ears still curved about in the change of pitch and emotion, and regardless, her eyes once rose to Isleña's... cousin, if she'd heard right.