The festive season neared its end in Roeden, however no reosean seemed bothered by it, instead everybody did their best to enjoy every minute. The plaza was filled with reoseans and humans alike, the air grew heavy with music and the sweet smell of baked goods and other food. Colorful banners hung from the trees and buildings, the windows were decorated with sparkly ornaments. Children hopped from booth to booth. Marveling at curious trinkets and toys, drooling over delicious sweets, and generally having fun. The adults followed them at a much brisker speed, sometimes stopping to chat with old friends or to purchase a warm, spicy drink. It was the first holiday for Shet’arrea she spent alone, since she left her home nest in Vitalus. The storm blue tyrian picked her way carefully through the crowd, taking in all the sights and smells. The celebration was a lot different, what she remembered from her hatchling years. It was more inviting, friendlier and in a sense warmer, despite the