[ARIE]Harvest Feast Day always started too loud, too busy, and too alive.I woke to laughter echoing through the packhouse halls, crates dragging across stone, and the sharp sweetness of baking bread drifting from kitchens below. The pack hummed like a living thing preparing to celebrate.I loved it. Every chaotic, overwhelming minute of it.My feet hit the floor already in motion. Within the first hour, I'd tied ribbons to lantern posts outside, handed herb bundles to decorators, and relayed messages between Cora and the musicians setting up near the firepit.This was where I belonged—in the middle of everything, useful, included. Part of the pack's heartbeat instead of just listening to it from the edges.The old oak in the courtyard needed one more strand of amber leaves. I climbed the lower branches easily, tying the decoration with practiced fingers.Memory caught me without warning.My father lifting me onto his shoulders during the last Harvest Feast he'd attended. "Higher, Pa
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