This festival had to be the most beautiful festival I had ever been to.
The entire pack seemed to be here. The streets of Novaterra were overflowing with people—families, friends, couples, children weaving between adults' legs, elders sitting together and laughing like they were young again. Everywhere I looked there were colors: ribbons hanging between buildings, lanterns glowing softly even though the sun hadn't fully set yet, flower petals scattered across the streets like a blanket of pink and gold.
The air itself smelled different tonight. Sweet flowers, grilled meat, sugar, wine, and something warm and buttery I couldn't quite identify yet. Music drifted through the streets from somewhere in the distance—flutes and drums mixing together with the roar of thousands of voices talking and laughing.
