Dragonhand: Mid-Winter FestivalDragonhand: Mid-Winter Festival by MewMewPrincess101
The lights burst against the sky, the black backdrop suddenly filled with blue and white sparks. All together they formed the pattern of an intricate snowflake for just a few seconds, long enough to get the crowd below in awe before they exploded into full throated cheers and screams. Tonight was the mid winter festival, the party before the storm of tomorrow. One final day of relaxation before everyone was forced to face the torment of the unknown. A lone cart pulled up at the city’s outskirts, borne by two exhausted horses and carrying two hooded figures.
The party had revved into full swing the moment the band took their places on the main stage, filling the air with their pounding drums, whistling flutes, and the deep moaning of instruments no one could name. The air was practically glowing with the force of energy being released from the instruments alone, but the dancing was the icing on the metaphorical cake. The two figures were itching to join the festivities, today was