The harvest moon festival of the Lycan clan was an elaborate affair. The streets were lavishly decorated. Villages and towns were fully crowded and this was the first time Sylvia was seeing a beast village.
Surprisingly not much was different than the human villages. Her own town was very similar to the one her carriage was currently passing through.
When Sylvia had traveled with Roman on the griffon bird it had barely taken her an hour to reach the palace. But now on the carriage, it was taking a lot longer.
She had already been traveling for a few hours when they finally reached the lycan clan outskirts. From there, the palace was a couple more hours away and the carriage rattled on tirelessly.
Sylvia however did not feel the time passing by as she was looking at the new places. It was interesting to peer out the window and observe everything on the outside.
