Moondance
Usually, when it came time for the New Moon feast, Astrid would attend and only spend time in the company of the highborn. It had been mostly a matter of having friends which were all of noble birth, and not knowing many of the commoners beyond the brief greetings she might’ve spoken in passing or a short conversation over a stall counter. This time, however, she found herself averse to the conversation of her friends, opting instead to mingle with the smallfolk. She found them to be a much happier, lively and carefree lot, not cautious about their manners; and while some of their words and actions done in drunken bliss shocked Astrid a little, they also brought her smiles and laughter.
She was in the company of a group of young people telling ridiculous tall tales about hunting trips and close encounters that the princess knew better than to believe, before someone nearby caught her eye; red curls and tall frame very recognisable. It took Astrid a good long moment to muster up the courage, but she finally did, and made her way around until she was face-to-face with the man and found that he was exactly who she’d thought him to be.
“It seems my prayers were answered, Ranger Houndstooth.”
[persevalhoundstooth]