Chapter 213: That Time Of Year
A week later, and a week before Hallows Eve, a detachment of the Pendragon Pack arrived back to the Kingdom—to Erec’s great relief and joy, Enide was one of the people along for the ride—she made short order of crashing in his dorm with him, and making herself at home; apparently, this part of the Pendragons was tasked with staying a couple of weeks.
She’d be here for Hallows Eve; a tradition in which they had no basis for out in her pack, but a tradition in which she rapidly was looking forward to.
“So we go in costumes,” Enide confirmed, leaning in on the living space couch, her eyes glittering as she looked at Garin.
“Yeah, sure do. In fact, it’s a tradition for couples to pick a costume set together and go in pairs,” Garin said.
“Oh, hell yeah. Anything we want?”
“As long as you can make a costume for it.”
“Hmm.” Enide tapped her chin and looked at Erec, “What did you go as last year?”
“I didn’t.” He said, arms folded. Still not sure about this plan. Garin planned to take them to a tavern down in the Thirteenth Cavern—a public cavern known for its massive Hollows Eve celebrations. They decorated the whole place every year to attract as much holiday commerce as possible. And things often got a little out of hand. It was one thing to go to the Hollow's Eve parties and gatherings in noble circles, but an entirely different thing to go to parties like this.
It spelled out trouble, and as much as Boldwick practically pressured him to take it easy with his over-training, this didn’t seem the most relaxing pass time.