"I have half a mind to stop you guys from attending the second night of the Weaver's Festival tomorrow, but considering that the kidnappers have been arrested and public image – I don't want to cause panic or damage morale for other participants – I think it should be fine. Besides, Richard here has proven himself more than capable of watching over you kids."
"Wait, what? Second night of the Weaver's Festival?" I repeated incredulously from the back of the limousine. Opposite me, Fergus nodded, and then his eyes flickered in understanding.
"Oh, right. You're not from around here. Yeah, the Weaver's Festival takes place over two nights. Today is the booths and fun and games. Tomorrow is the river ceremony, where boys will write love letters, put them in latern boats and sail them down the river. Then the dance takes place after that, followed by fireworks."
