Festivals And Skyshows, in the city of Athenasie.
The market was bustling and rustling, people turning every corner and browsing every shop. The stall-keepers calling to customers with their products in hand, each holding out various kinds of custom-made clothing and jewelry, from nice colorful skirts and hats to necklaces with patterns resembling the sun or the moon. I could feel the warm stone beneath my feet vibrate with the many stomps and steps of the crowd. I looked overhead and watched as the many Whalepilots sailed upon their companions overhead in slow, majestic formation for the festival-goers. One let out a long, light bellow which sounded charming to the ears. As I passed the many colorful stalls, I came across a wonderful display offering simple crystal-shaped gemstone necklaces, deeply enticed by one of rich velvet color. “That’s a rare one, that. Dug out o’ the Shrike Valley by a friend of mine not even two weeks back. Seems a treasure, but I’s not yet got...