memories are designed to fade

Vigilante Haskel · 01-28-2012, 06:11 PM

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A soft sound of interest came from the King, a small murmur as he nodded, listening to the idea that she spoke of having with the Baroness Terra. Such an event would do well for the social aspects of the pack, he could only assume, and it would give them something fun to focus on. Perhaps it could be a long-lasting thing, something that they could organize together and they could put on their show for the members of the kingdom. The King would not take part, as he was not exactly what one would call the theatrical type, but he would certainly watch their show, and he thought it likely that his children would be able to appreciate a show like that. Skoll, Hati, and little Lottie would surely enjoy a show put on by Terra and Caspa. Both had met his children, he assumed. At the very least, he knew that Terra had met Hati and Caspa had met Skoll, for the sun-chaser boy had originally thought the wispy woman to be a ghost.

Though it was not his usual focus, the King certainly wished to find something to pull the pack together again, something that would bring them all into one place for the interest of building the pack’s moral. “That sounds like a fine idea,” he spoke. “I think it is something that the pack will find enjoyable, and certainly my children would like such a show. There is a ballroom in the hotel that has a stage, if you have not already been in that part,” he suggested the place as a venue. It was where they had held the fancy-dress party that had served as the pack’s anniversary celebration so long ago. Their third anniversary would be coming upon them soon, he noted mentally, and he would need to speak with Strelein to begin making plans. It was only fitting that they do something big again, particularly after everything that had happened.

Under the former King’s rule, the pack had come together in more splendid events than it had during his reign. Perhaps this was not a good thing, as it was the spirit of the pack when Jacquez had been here to be merry and festive. It was not that he was against such things; they were simply out of his nature, out of the norm for the dog mutt King. In fact, he often found himself thinking that the whole of the Miracles pack was strange to him. It was certainly not the type of life he had grown up in, and so he had found its customs strange upon his initial arrival, and so it still seemed strange to him at times. That was not to say he did not enjoy leading the courtiers and the cavalry. In fact, he loved his pack dearly, and its members meant a great deal to him, especially his mate and children. It was simply strange still, on occasion.

At her inquiry, the dog King nodded. The pack had been the home of multiple celebrations, as well as other events that had drawn crowds. “We have had parties, both inside the hotel with fancy dress and music, and outside with bonfires. Those have always been liked, and I think we may be due for one soon, certainly,” he mused. It might be better to simply wait until the pack’s anniversary to have another party like that; Terra and Caspa planning a magic scow of some sort might be a good thing to happen between now and then. It would be something that could happen between the war and the anniversary to lift spirits. Having two parties of such a similar type so close together might not be the best idea, because it would be repetitive, but having different events scattered over the months was a very good idea.

His thoughts turned to the other events that the Miracles pack had been involved in. The first and only thing he could think of immediately was the horse race that had been arranged by Jacquez for the members of the Miracles pack, AniWaya, and Crimson Dreams, open to riders and spectators both. Though he had only watched and had not been social at the event, it had been interesting to watch and maybe once it was warmer, they could arrange a similar event. It could involve Crimson Dreams again, and they could extend the invitation to Cercatori d’Arte and Casa di Cavalieri. Inviting the tribe again was something he would have to discuss with Strelein if they decided to plan such an event again. While the tribe was now led by someone else, someone who seemed more reasonable, he was unsure of whether or not it would cause tension for the members of the kingdom and the Dreaming wolves. If they held another race, it would be something to consider heavily before anything was actually decided.

“A long time ago, under the former King, we held a horse race on our tracks with Crimson Dreams and AniWaya. It was a fun event for spectators and riders alike. I believe,” he said, though he was not entirely certain on what he was going to say next, for it was a long while ago and many things had happened since then, “that it was Haven that won, or perhaps one of the original members of the kingdom, Heath.” Of course, Caspa would probably not know of Heath or Ruri; he thought that she had joined long after they had taken their two young children and left with the intention of finding Jacquez when he had sent word to them that he, or perhaps Ruri’s mother, was ill. The details escaped the King at that very moment, though he had been sad to see them go when they had. He had met their daughter and explored the Grotto with her, and he had appreciated all of Heath’s work as Marshall. Alder was doing a very good job, though, and the King appreciated all of his hard work for the Miracles kingdom.

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