Chapter 50: Harvest Festival
Azandra POV
On the first night of the Harvest Festival, she stood in the red and yellow halo cast by the ceremonial bonfire lit to honor the Moon Goddess and celebrate the blessings of the harvest. She moved to the beat of Tulaska’s drum and to the music of Patch’s and Dirge’s flutes. The festival grounds, the greenery right outside the city, were packed with shifters.
She’d never felt so nervous about performing this chant. She adjusted the garland woven of wheat and looked at Kyon, who growled, “I look ridiculous.”
“It’s for the Moon Goddess. Don’t you want a bountiful harvest?”
“Azandra!”
She tugged his own garland made of autumn leaves. “You look handsome, the very picture of the Autumn God. Now, take your place, and you have my permission to kick Patch if he laughs at you.”
He kissed her quickly. “Well, when you put it that way …”