Everyone was silent when Ragnar spoke of the Festival of Uppsalla, though this was because he was vague with the details of it to the children wanting them to experience it for themselves. Only Thistle knew the full extent of the Festival but she did not seem inclined to assist him in responding to Peregrine's fair question. Ragnar regarded that perhaps it was because it was from his culture and therefore it was his job to answer any queries made about it, as to which he was fine with. He had not ignored Tveir's question, instead figuring that in a few moments Peregrine would likely answer it for his second born. “It begins as a celebratory feast in the honor of my Gods,” Probably the most harmless part of the whole festival. “After the feast sacrifices of prey animals are made for each God to thank them for all that they have done for us and have given us. After that is done we share stories, some of the Gods, or legends. They don't have to be of my own Gods or legends,” Ragnar informed Peregrine honestly, wondering if the 'sacrifices' thing would be the point in which Peregrine drew the line. Most wolves around here, Ragnar had came to find, seemed skittish and squeamish to the idea.
“In Odinn's Cove the Festival of Uppsalla lasted for three days and anything less is an insult to the Gods, but this is the first time Stavanger Bay is holding anything like this, so I am going to see how well it is received by the members before I declare it a three day celebration.” Surely, the All-Father would understand. Sometimes, exceptions needed to be made and Ragnar did not always think Odinn as an unfair King. "A week from now at dusk." Ragnar spoke having decided on a date promptly, off the top of his head for Peregrine and Junior's sakes. Up until that point he had not had a set date for it.
