The Summer Bonfire Festival (Year 20)

Being taken somewhere new so soon was jarring for the blind girl. Nestled securely in the bag slung over her mother's hips, she lets the rhythmic steps from Raider's Hollow to The Starlit Plains keep her half asleep for most of the journey. Unafraid to jab an elbow toward any sibling that dared try to bother her.

It wasn't until the low murmur of unfamiliar voices and scents unknown to her brought her to being fully awake. Plus the sudden stopping of Modesty who quickly unslung the bags from her back was a sure fire way to make sure she was ready to go. Rolling herself from the leather bag, Pythia gave her coat a shake and scented her surroundings first before taking any scents. Wood that was dried and aged was abundant here, much different than the fresh, wet wood that made up most of the ravine. The grass and flowers smelled similar, but she wondered why there were more. It was warmer here, stickier and different. Just breathing in the air was a change from their home.

Intent to explore instead of just causing trouble like her siblings, Pythia begins to wander. Nose drawn upward, ears pressed forward, all the signs of a canine who was getting to know their surroundings while also trying not to run into anyone. The giant pile of kindling and wood made her the most curious. Why would someone gather so much into one place? Drawn to the new phenomena, Pythia moved slowly and deliberately, her paws taking calculated steps. Testing the ground beneath her before firmly taking a step, she makes her way closer to where the bonfire would soon be.

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