The one thing Islinda noticed as they successfully escaped Aldric's castle was that it was silent as a graveyard. Nothing special happened. However, as soon as they walked a fair distance, it was like stepping into a different world.
The streets were alive with all manner of Faeries roaming around and there was a warm cheer in the air. There were so many people, and Pixies flew all around leaving a trail of illuminating dust that added color to the night. The sound of laughter and chatter pierced through the air.
"Is there a festival going on tonight?" Islinda assumed that was the reason why no one was asleep by this time.
"No, not tonight. Although Faeries are festive and appreciate a lot of fun and extravagance, this is Astaria at night, a city that never sleeps." Maxi said, snatching a snack from a Faerie's table without him noticing.
