It was strange. For what felt like years, Wroth had found himself spirited away into different lands. The times that he had wandered about aimlessly seeing new faces and new environments was nothing new. If anything, he considered them temporary considering the next thing he knew, he found himself facing new challenges, lands, and faces. And that was how it felt like most of his life went. It was a series of changes and all he could do was move forward trying to find the good in his situation. This was just another chapter in his life. It was almost alarming at how much he had gotten used to it. But as he stared at the pastel and vibrant colors that made up his sister, Sage, he still couldn't believe his eyes. His one wish. His one desire that he had given up so long ago was now standing right here before him. All he wanted was to be back with his lost family and it didn't even matter to him anymore that it wouldn't be in their old lands. He may not have all of them here, but having one was worth more than all of the world's treasures combine to him. There were times he worried that he would wake up in their cave home and she would be gone in an instant, but as time went on and the two got acquainted with their circumstances and each other, her presence was as strong as ever.
Wroth, at first, had yet to truly call this place home. The only difference between before and now is that he felt a fresh sense of adventure and excitement at exploring these new lands with Sage. Some of the biomes he had visited felt oddly familiar even if the landscapes were different, but others did manage to surprise him. But things would change as, over the course of their stay, Sage's heart warmed the child-like spirit within him. While his protectiveness and worry did, sometimes, get the better of him, especially when Sage went on her solo adventures, he ultimately always appreciated the conversations that came with it. His eyes would beam with excitement and amusement as she eagerly rushed back to where he was. His face would lax into a lazy smile as he listened to her excitement, discoveries, and ideas. Her dreams and desires. It should have felt like old times, but there was a difference. Wroth had taken his old life for granted. A life that he had faint memories of now. That included his previous time with Sage, his family, and his old pack. Listening to her now made these little moments the greatest treasures of his life. New memories were being formed and ones that he vow he would never forget no matter how mundane they seem to be. And it was because of these precious gifts that Wroth could start to consider this land more than just another vacation. In a strange way, he was determined to do right by these lands just as he once would have done for his previous home. He wanted others to feel that special spark that had formed in his heart especially if more of their family ever came through. So, when Sage express how she wanted to create and host a harvest festival just like their family and old pack did, he was fully on board. They could start a new legacy here that would not only honor their family and old home, but they could celebrate it with the residents here. And whether Sage realize it or not, Wroth also considered it an official reunion celebration for them as well.
As days and nights passed, Wroth watched and assisted Sage with pride as she created her masterpiece. It didn't matter to him how large or small the scale of it was or how grand or simple it ended up being. He was simply glad to be doing something with his sister and sharing it with others. He knew that, at the end of the day, there was heart and soul put into it. Sometimes, Sage could worry him as she exhausted herself with her work, but there was no denying how much admiration and joy he felt as he got to experience a fresh vision of his sister's endless creativity and energy. It made him realize that he wasn't nearly as creative, but it wasn't like his ideas were too shabby. After all, no one can ever deny that an ocean aesthetic full of seashells and other goodies was always a good touch. The seafood, on the other hand, was debatable. And of course, gems were always a nice touch and the two often assisted each other with their gem creations when they could. Naturally, however, Wroth found himself at his happiest in his greatest role: a helper. Planning wasn't his cup of tea, so while Sage did most of the planning, Wroth was more than happy to follow her lead. It made him excited to see what she had planned next and that excitement became pure fulfillment and joy whenever Sage's visions came to life. But sometimes, even he had to admit that her dedication and creativity managed to turn him for a loop a few times.
One of, if not, the biggest one was the birds. Wroth had a soft spot for birds, especially ravens, due to their old pack having them around. But he guessed he never thought about taming, much less training them here. So, when Sage brought up the idea, needless to say, Wroth was a bit stumped, but eager to try it anyway. He wouldn't mind having some feathery friends around and figured it shouldn't be too hard especially given the birds' intelligence. It certainly wasn't. When he wasn't scaring them away with his size or some other reason, they were notoriously stubborn. In fact, his sister seemed to have a greater affinity with them thanks to her paying attention in her "How to train your raven" courses from the crafters. As a pup, Wroth was far more interested in daydreaming or exploring if he wasn't busy playing, socializing, or pestering his family, especially his parents. Unfortunately, honing his skills was not his greatest priority. So, Wroth found himself as more of a student in training carefully observing and learning from Sage with her training and assisting her where he could. Before he knew it, he would soon be watching those same birds fly off to deliver messages. It made him wonder if these feelings of overwhelming joy, pride, and nostalgia were shared with all parents when they watch their pups grow up and find their own way in the world.
Finally, when the day had come, Wroth's subtle nerves seemed to have exploded into a frenzy of anxiety. The little nagging in his head finally hit him like a bull elk that he had never hosted one of these before. In fact, he was far more used to going to others' parties and even then, he realize that his track record was low. From what he could recall, while he enjoyed the company, he wasn't exactly the life of the party and a good host should always be entertaining. He wanted this day to be special, both for the residents of the realm and especially for his sister and their family legacy. Would he be an entertaining host? How well would he do socially? Would he be too boring to talk to or? Before he could drone on mentally, he was snapped awake from his thoughts as Sage asked him to pitch a hut and commented about how they had three more before the ravens and merchants arrived.
"Sure." He replied warmly. As he helped arrange and position the hut how it was meant to be, he paused for a moment before continuing "It is hard to believe it is already here! You should definitely be proud of all of the work you have done! I think the others will love it too. I wonder who all will be here. I imagine we will have a lot of them showing up. How are you feeling?"