The night enveloped the bustling construction base of the nation of Casimiro, breathing life into its very foundations. Oil lamps were strategically scattered throughout the area, casting warm, flickering light that painted the scene with an ethereal glow. The air was alive with the sounds of tambourines, hand drums, and joyous singing, echoing off the half-finished walls of the structures under construction. Shadows of exuberant people danced on the dusty ground, their laughter and smiles illuminating the night.
Amidst the jubilant crowd, all four species of beaskin had assembled, putting aside their differences and uniting in celebration. Boarkin, lionkin, wolfkin, and deerkin, it didn't matter; tonight was about revelry and unity. Some waved skewers of grilled meat, others brandished bottles of potent liquor, and a few dared to toss their garments high into the air, caught up in the intoxicating spirit of the moment.