Chapter 4
We held a number of festivals throughout the year, and we happened to stumble into one. Even though the Harvest Festival was the day before, most of the banners and colored hay were still lying there. While the scene was normal for me, I could see Aria’s white eyes shining with delight as she soaked in the sights. Her childlike wonder cheered me right up.
I took care to introduce each location and give it a little bit of context; everything from our haunted, abandoned apothecary to our grand town hall. Aria soaked up every little detail while Caen looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.
“Sorry to interrupt, but what festival occurred yesterday?” she wondered out loud as I paused in my introduction of our local church. I don’t think she noticed, but she had attracted a small following of village boys.