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

Mahler seemed happy to see her, but Isleña found that she could hold full full attention neither. As he inquired into her present state of being, his eyes danced around the party, lingering upon other wolves and other females. Isleña not-so-subtley let her gaze follow his own and, though she was less than thrilled, smiled upon him when his attentions resettled upon her. Perhaps Isleña’s expectations were too high for a party with so many strangers amongst them. To be anyone’s particular focus that night might have been out of the question, unless she decided to stand in the middle of the gathering do a dance, or recite poetry… actually…

Isleña huffed, if only to herself. “Am good,” she responded, because she really was doing good. Sure she only had two friends, and once had impregnated the other (looking at you, Aure and Verx), but if that was the only thing that was wrong, then everything was actually pretty good. “ — and you?…” she inquired, beginning to wonder how his mysterious mountain clan fared, and if that women he stared at was one of his wolves. Maybe it was his wife? she wondered, the thought lighting a small fire in her belly at the possibility. Drama turned her on, even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud. 

The pale woman, who appeared to be the event’s host, asked for everyone’s attention and Isleña abided, turning to face the druid as she made a sacrifice and exulted gods that she did not know, in words that were foreign. Still, Isleña feigned interest and in the process of watching the ceremony, the firebrand noticed a mottled, agouti male who watched her and did not seem to stop. He went through the process of planting a seed, and she still felt his attentions linger, even when his movements bespoke different intentions. Isleña, in the name of ceremony, left Mahler’s side to approach the altar, pluck a seed from the pile, and sauntered over the man. She wanted him to know that she saw.

continue here, @Derg?