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

He beamed when Lily approached and nodded, telling her the names of Rannoch and Dawn. She swiftly moved on to other conversations, though, and Gannet watched her leave with a friendly smile. He didn't mind, the gathering was a tad overwhelming anyway.

He circled some, around the group, listening. He'd intended to perhaps find a mentor in healing, but he now found himself unable to approach anyone directly. A shy sort of silence swallowed his voice, so he sat down on the outskirts, silver eyes tracking the mingling and conversations of the group before him. A woman introduced the gathering, then began to dance with Rannoch, and Gannet glanced towards Charon, then away. He'd told Sarah that he felt lonely still, sometimes, and he supposed this was one of those. It wasn't a bad feeling, just an odd one. Like he was missing something in the way others were, some key piece that would help him to speak and dance as easily as so many here were doing.