With Trepidation

The three found that the walk through the court felt endless. "We should have come in from the other side of the pavilion?" Goober remarked in a hushed voice to Puck, thinking they had made their way the long way round. The little gold dog was trotting along behind.

"Shhh" came a cautionary voice, from a dwarf who sat with his family on the fifth row. "Typical" thought Nervina, already flustered by the ambience of this enormous hall.

Beneath their feet was a silver sand. This slowed the walking somewhat and got into the boots uncomfortably.

Goober was excited now, to him this was a pageant of sorts. Unlike Puck, this was his first time viewing the inner circle, and this depth of solemnity impressed him greatly.

Nervina was cringing with trepidation. He distinctly felt part of this Forsythe saga. He had no liking for the deeply serious, nor the superiority assumed here. Most of the company around him he found to be genuinely frightening and feared what they might see in his soul. He was finding it difficult to breathe and worried that he too might end up annihilated and lost eternally without ever having cake or friendship again.

They were seated just in time before the entire room darkened.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series