@empyrcals
When it had been time to get ready for the fête, astrid had sort of fluttered from room to room in order to locate the bracelet her mother had given her. During her search she’d come across havva, who she’d promised to talk to at the fête later before fluttering off.
The decoration of the messhall left her in awe, as astrid stepped inside. Although she’d seen it before, it never failed to amaze. As her eyes lowered, astrid looked over the other grisha present, before they landed on havva. With a smile she sneaked up on her, and hooked her arm through hers, ‘’the decorations didn’t last very long during the first spring fėte, do you remember?’’ astrid initiated, grinning as she did.









