King Elk Forest Wintertide Jubilee, the first.

She didn't know what this was about, but she was damn well here for it. Trailing after the gathering crowd, she sat down near the back. Her tail curled neatly around her paws as she settled. Eyes scanned her new surroundings, having just been accepted into Kingslend a few days prior. It all felt so new, yet also old.

She didn't know anyone but Cenric so far, and he was too busy probably at this festival to chat. Wren shuffled awkwardly, wondering what was going on. Maybe it was something religious, about that Elk God. She could stand to learn more about their practices.