5/2/2025, 7:18 PM
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The air was abuzz with excitement.
Aisling didn't know what to expect with this festival as Avon hadn't held one before since she'd been born, but she was captivated with it all. There were flowers everywhere, other wolves donning flower crowns just as she was. Truthfully, she kind of wanted to wear a flower crown everyday. She kept trying to tip her head back enough that she could see it, but the best she could do was glimpse the edge of a leaf or petal that rested just outside her line of sight.
She had long given up on witnessing the crown as it settled on her brow, instead turning to the other facets of the celebration.
The stinky, mushy berries made her nose crinkle (why did the adults seem to like them so well?) and she bypassed them in favor of the fresh forage nearby - edible mushrooms, undefiled berries, and sweet grasses in particular catching her eye. Aisling grazed, taking bits of each with a delighted hum and contented sway of her tail. She had helped her mathair obtain part of the fare and it had been difficult not to eat half of it at the time, but she had abstained so the guests could enjoy the fruits of Avon's hospitality. The plant matter and fungi were different from what they usually dined on, but Fable had promised summer would bring with it more berries than she could eat.
It sounded like a challenge to her.
By the time Aisling backed away from the bevy of delectable pickings, her pale muzzle and paws were stained purple and red from the blackberries and gooseberries she had consumed.
Aisling didn't know what to expect with this festival as Avon hadn't held one before since she'd been born, but she was captivated with it all. There were flowers everywhere, other wolves donning flower crowns just as she was. Truthfully, she kind of wanted to wear a flower crown everyday. She kept trying to tip her head back enough that she could see it, but the best she could do was glimpse the edge of a leaf or petal that rested just outside her line of sight.
She had long given up on witnessing the crown as it settled on her brow, instead turning to the other facets of the celebration.
The stinky, mushy berries made her nose crinkle (why did the adults seem to like them so well?) and she bypassed them in favor of the fresh forage nearby - edible mushrooms, undefiled berries, and sweet grasses in particular catching her eye. Aisling grazed, taking bits of each with a delighted hum and contented sway of her tail. She had helped her mathair obtain part of the fare and it had been difficult not to eat half of it at the time, but she had abstained so the guests could enjoy the fruits of Avon's hospitality. The plant matter and fungi were different from what they usually dined on, but Fable had promised summer would bring with it more berries than she could eat.
It sounded like a challenge to her.
By the time Aisling backed away from the bevy of delectable pickings, her pale muzzle and paws were stained purple and red from the blackberries and gooseberries she had consumed.
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