The colorful scenery of an Indian summer had long passed. Gone were the red leafs that covered the white branches of a birch, leaving nothing more but an empty frame waiting for spring to start. The warm breezes that blew playfully through the grass had been replaced by a cold and harsh wind that bellowed loudly through the streets at night. Which was nothing more but a forebode of winter yet to come. But despite the wind that sheered through your coat and the macabre sight of what used to be green, it didn’t stop the people to get the most out of this time of year.
With thick coats and fluffy hats pulled all the way over their ears, the inhabitants of Oak Town didn’t mind the cold too much. In fact, the townsfolk all swarmed together in the streets for a large festive gathering, namely the winter festival.
Stalls were put out, with behind it traders and shopkeepers trying to sell a large variety of different good. One sold simple winter clothes, while the other tried to sell local grown products. And if they weren’t selling products then it was a small stall were you could try the local cuisine. Not to mention that every agora had some sort of large tent were people gathered and drank ale till they passed out.
It was simple entertainment, mostly something for a commoner, however Cecile couldn’t help but to enjoy these kind of festivals. Especially the ones that were so close to home. In the few years she lived here she had grown a certain attachment to the town and its people and because of that she could fully enjoy such festivities. Her father on the other hand hated these kind of gatherings, crowded, noisy and annoyingly pushy merchants. Just the idea of him marching through these streets, snarling complaints like a waterfall made her laugh. Cecile herself was quite different from most other people around here, with her light brown colored skin and opal blue eyes she obviously had mixed blood running through her veins. And because of that she often managed to get a few glances, despite the fact that she was a common sight in town. But curiosity always got the better of them, she had the skin tone of a foreigner and you didn’t see many of those around these parts.
Right now she was standing in front of one of those stalls, watching a young yet rather dumb looking man listening to every word that escaped the merchant's lips. With words as sweet as honey he had the fool wrapped around his finger, and Cecile knew that it wouldn’t take much longer before the man bought this so-called love potion, obviously a scam. While the merchant continued parading on about the benefits his potion could provide, someone else entirely pulled Cecile’s attention. There between the mass of people a clearing appeared, within the center a young and surprisingly small girl. Yet she was definitely older than she looks, Cecile was sure of it. Because despite the fact that she looked shockingly young, she had a certain mystique hanging around her that suggested otherwise. Just like herself, the girl was foreign in appearance with a dark colored skin and raven black hair. Yet somehow still managed to look like a doll. Suddenly their eyes met and Cecile realized she was rudely gawking at this girl, just like so many townsfolk would stare at her. Quickly she threw a sheepish looking smile into her direction before she turned around with a red face. ‘Okay, how dumb can you be C’ she said to herself ‘She must think you are some kind of lunatic!’
It was simple entertainment, mostly something for a commoner, however Cecile couldn’t help but to enjoy these kind of festivals. Especially the ones that were so close to home. In the few years she lived here she had grown a certain attachment to the town and its people and because of that she could fully enjoy such festivities. Her father on the other hand hated these kind of gatherings, crowded, noisy and annoyingly pushy merchants. Just the idea of him marching through these streets, snarling complaints like a waterfall made her laugh. Cecile herself was quite different from most other people around here, with her light brown colored skin and opal blue eyes she obviously had mixed blood running through her veins. And because of that she often managed to get a few glances, despite the fact that she was a common sight in town. But curiosity always got the better of them, she had the skin tone of a foreigner and you didn’t see many of those around these parts.
Right now she was standing in front of one of those stalls, watching a young yet rather dumb looking man listening to every word that escaped the merchant's lips. With words as sweet as honey he had the fool wrapped around his finger, and Cecile knew that it wouldn’t take much longer before the man bought this so-called love potion, obviously a scam. While the merchant continued parading on about the benefits his potion could provide, someone else entirely pulled Cecile’s attention. There between the mass of people a clearing appeared, within the center a young and surprisingly small girl. Yet she was definitely older than she looks, Cecile was sure of it. Because despite the fact that she looked shockingly young, she had a certain mystique hanging around her that suggested otherwise. Just like herself, the girl was foreign in appearance with a dark colored skin and raven black hair. Yet somehow still managed to look like a doll. Suddenly their eyes met and Cecile realized she was rudely gawking at this girl, just like so many townsfolk would stare at her. Quickly she threw a sheepish looking smile into her direction before she turned around with a red face. ‘Okay, how dumb can you be C’ she said to herself ‘She must think you are some kind of lunatic!’
