Day of Thanks // Harvest Festival

[sybil.]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 55%; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Giving thanks. Sybil had partaken in something akin to this back home though it was on a much larger scale, and it was not a warm event where everyone shared their feelings. In her tribe, giving thanks meant sacrificing something, praising the gods, and working harder on one's craft. There was never anything peaceful about it. Everything was chaotic, as the gods intended. Here, everything seemed so much more mellow and carefree. She wasn't sure if she loved it or loathed it, but she surely learned towards the latter.

She took a seat near Radeken and soon wished she hadn't; the other's table manners were lackluster to say the least. The black panther watched the body language of those around her and listened to them speak. Atbash was thankful for the hospitality shown to her by this group. Agathe was thankful for her bird and the Ascendants. Radeken was thankful for the food. But Sybil? Sybil wasn't sure she was thankful for anything.

"What once was and what will be." There. It was short and sweet, and with the help of her telepathic powers, everyone could hear it if they chose to.