Birds of a Feather

Skye Collins · 01-28-2012, 04:42 PM

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woohoo! sorry for the long post, you can pretty much just read the last paragraph xD takes place after the main thread, skye's just being a silly loner : P

Skye had found the idea of the festival and the feast intriguing - having come from the d'Artisan pack of artists and merchants themselves, she had studied the inner workings of the festival and the band of merchants with an almost business-like interest, attempting to find out how they worked, how they functioned, how the festival was run and why they had come to settle in Souls for this short period of time. It was fascinating indeed to her; she had talked intensively with one of the merchants of Mahavite's crew, talked about how they were travelers of the land and had settled here because of the dense amount of packs in the area. It was true; she had even heard that Titania, Shawchert and Orin's daughter, had created a new pack with her assumed mate, Zalen, not too long ago. Coupled with the sheer amount of new packs that had appeared since Cercatori d'Arte's own birth, it was no wonder that Mahavite's gang of merchants had decided to set up their merchant's festival here in the land of Nova Scotia.

Her mind brought her momentarily to the creation of her pack, and again came slight sadness that Shawchert had decided to leave the pack. She had thought that he was loyal, that he was stronger than the depression that seemed consume him in the last weeks with the pack of merchants and artisans. It seemed not, however, and the only reminder of him left in the pack was Juliet; she did not know anything else of his other daughter other than the fact that she had created her own pack, or some wandering loners had told her of the new group of canines, New Dawn. She still hoped that her former leader - and now a loner - found happiness where he was looking for it, wondering where he could be now.

However, now was not the time for sorrow and melancholy, she thought, and her mind returned to the festival and the feat that the group of merchants had done. Yes, it was no wonder that they chose this crowded peninsula to host their event - and what a success that event had been! Wondering why her own pack had never received the sheer amount of attention this festival had, she now chalked it up to advertisement. Mahavites and his friends seem to have gone through a lot of work to achieve their goal; the decorations, the tents, the area - all were perfect. Wolves from all the lands, the southern areas and the northern, cooler ones, had clustered together. It was a beautiful thing, Skye thought; a wonderful thing that wolves from all different packs could meet together, trade, and be merry without a care in the world. There were few spats and fights here, and the idea seemed peaceful, and even if Mahavites's main goal seemed to be obtaining a good name and more stock, the own merchant within Skye saw nothing wrong with that whatsoever.

The man had even been so kind to arrange a banquet for the leaders of the different packs. Yes, it may be for publicity and to make himself look good with the other leaders, but Skye was nonetheless impressed by his initiative, and made a note to speak with Mahavites later; if he was available, that was. The room was gorgeous, adorned with tables and different decorations, some reminding Skye of her mate with bones and feathers, and others being more delicate - clay pots and other such trinkets. There were tables filled with food, and Skye was no exception - she had brought with her a large hunk of meat, seasoned with herbs and spices from Cercatori d'Arte's own garden. She lay the meat down at one of the more vacant tables, and turned to the leader of the merchants as he made his short speech.

Afterwards, more food appeared in the arms of Mahavites's crew, and the leader himself seemed to disappear to mingle within the crowd of leaders. After a while of eating and mingling, she decided to take a step back. She looked out; she could see some leaders that she was familiar with, and some that she wasn't; the scents of many different packs mingled and mixed with each other and mixed with the scent of the food as well. Skye herself looked out at them; it was an interesting view, to see so many wolves of a dominant position and a high power within their pack - dozens and sometimes even more wolves at their command - mingling with each other and speaking as if they were simply pack mates within a pack's feast. She stood apart from the crowd for a moment, bemused by the mechanics of the feast, and amazed that Mahavites managed to pull it off. She was also impressed; having so many leaders in one area representing their packs and at the same time being satisfied with the festival and banquet was a commendable feat indeed.

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