Chapter 25 : Step Right Up!
Raquel’s POV
St. Urtha’s was an explosion of white, blue, and butter-yellow tapestries and garlands in celebration of the town’s two-hundredth anniversary. The square which had been mostly empty yesterday was filled with vendors and citizens alike. There were dancing girls and flutists, singles wearing ferns for Gaia’s blessing on finding a suitable mate (the humanized version of a dryad’s betrothal rights), and children roamed manic in the streets (hands impossibly sticky thanks to rows of confectionaries as far as the eye could see).
It should have been a moment of ease and comradery.
But, how wrong we were.
“Out of my way simpleton! Fucking thankless morons, the lot of you!”