[ P ] But easy come and easy go

CALCIFER of the clan MURDOCH

There were few things that drew Calcifer down to the Mainlands and out of his home in the Highlands. He'd only been an adult for a short period of time, free from the oppressive claw of his father. He'd never really been all that beloved by the man, at least not since his mother had left back to her home in the College.

He wondered idly if he'd find her here in this festival he'd heard rumors of, if he'd see her gentle face and she would remember what she had given up by moving south again.

Perhaps she would return with him and finally, his father would love him again.

Calcifer fought to stay confident, optimistic. He trotted through the festivals, observing the preparations for a drinking contest on one side, a brawl some distance away. He pondered the brawl first though decided not to bother heading that way.

Instead, he found himself entering a particular area of the forest. A Mainlander approached him and at first he felt a rise in himself. A blindfold? He raised a brow, waiting for an explanation, and when it came he felt a laugh bubble within him.

Sure. Let's do this.

So into the clearing he went, led by the stranger who quickly whisked themself away to deal with the next wolf. Left alone to wait with vision in shadow, the man hummed a little tune to himself.

albatross

@Tobias