Perhaps it is because of the festival thing that the place is so lively, but even though I've seen many Alars in the city up above most there were only coming and going, mere travelers seeking something and moving out when they found it, fast as birds and as fleeing.
But here, where everybody walked on foot, things moved so… slow. There is no cutting wind to make your eyes dry and carry the words away, they could casually talk and walk, looking around and stopping once in a while, surrounded by small houses of a maximum of two floors each, wooden structures that seemed fragile compared to the towering buildings I've known, with multiple entrances as they could use the sky roads too.
Here, even though there are some verandas here and there on the upper floor, only those inside the rooms could access them it seems, especially since the skies ate taken by the festival lines crisscrossing the buildings, hosting red paper lanterns with them.
