Chatter, chatter everywhere. Kukus, human alike had gathered at the mountaintop to celebrate the festival. However, this year it had became more of an funeral. Festival of Death used to be lively event, where everyone celebrated together the Goddess of Death. Now you couldn’t hear much laughter around the booths, but there still was chatter everywhere. Many confused, mourning faces were met when two handlers walked around the area. It was still midday, and the sun was shining warmly at the festival visitors - as if it tried to offer some comfort on the loss.
Two green kukuri were following the dragonkin, leis made of the orange flowers adorning their necks. Verso was most confused one of the group of four. It was hard for the marbled short tail to walk around the festival without bumping to other visitors. Verso’s mate, Palko, the silky tailed, ram horned dove had taken rougher manner of approach - she wasn’t being wary of the other kukuri. Sometimes she would bump to