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

oh, shit, there were a lot of wolves in the willows today. he knew about the festival but wasn't aware elysium was gonna draw this kind of crowd. he didn't mind gatherings, really, but he did prefer small group interactions to something like this. multiple bodies just increased the tendency for calamity. things tended to fall apart quite quickly when you lumped a bunch of predators together and—yeah, he thought he smelled some fermented stuff.

so lump a bunch of predators together to celebrate fertility and ply them with fermented beverages. yeah, this could either be a legendary night of revelry or the next day's front-page headline.

cortez strayed into the midst of the party, giving his sister a kind look and a nudge before clearing his throat. uh, folks? he called out, nasally tenor carrying over the din. i've got some stories about love and marriage and babies if, uh, you're interested in hearing 'em. if this isn't really your scene. . . the vagabond trailed off. yeah. so, i'll be over there. he jerked his chin in a random direction.

point thus made, he headed that way, out of the clearing and further into the trees. hopefully someone would follow him. man, he'd really look like a loser if he ended up sitting out in the leaf-dappled moonlight alone, talking to himself.

join me here!