Flash Fiction # 337 -- Connor of Northgate/21

Pomp and ceremony.  Connor had never seen so much of it in his life.   He'd heard the local fae preparing nearly two hours before dawn, and if he hadn't felt as though he would be underfoot, Connor would have helped in whatever way he could.  He didn't like waiting for something to happen.The breakfast bell rang.  Food wasn't top on his list for the morning, but joining the others