The songs sung by nesting birds welcomed the morning ambiance. As the daylight flickered through the fluttering leaves of the forest, the incoherent noise of mutterings and heaving could be heard from beyond the boundaries of the village. The preparation had begun at dawn and finished at mid-morning. None of the sentinels rested even after the feast that ended at midnight.
Under the bright yet gentle sun, white hair strands glistened as they were being swept by the warm breeze. Glittering like moonlit silver threads, even precious than the finest silk. A pair of silver eyes swept the area and curiously wondering about what could be done to help within the spirited scene before him.
"Moulin!"
