Gale flew, pushing against the chilly wind. His traditional robe flattered against the wild wind as he propelled forward towards the town.
The Sun came down by the time he reached the town, but there was no shortage of light today or the clamour of people. The festival starts off officially tomorrow, but it seemed people couldn't just wait anymore after the long year.
From the marketplace to the most common houses in the town were lit with countless oil lamps and light constructs, as the harvesting festival had already taken over the town of Wayshire.
Gale came down on the land to get more of the excitement of the celebration. The air is filled with the smells of food from various vendors as well as the stench of burned fireworks. Some people couldn't really stop themselves. All of it was brimming with positive energy, enough to pull even a lost soul like him into the spirit of festivity.
