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Kumo wasn't sure if they were excited about the festival- being a deity of the sky might prove offensive if they celebrated with those of the land below. He couldn't help but worry, but continued on as he made his way down the path. It was late autumn- the trees were bare, the air was crisp and with every step he took he could hear the crunching of frost on fallen leaves under him. He had never been to one of these before, but at the request of Juniper, he couldn't help but agree to tag along and help out where he could. His wings flapped anxiously in the slight breeze as he approached the large greenhouse, clearly seeing Juniper running around and setting things up and left and right. He couldn't help but notice that she seemed really happy this morning- she of course usually didn't get many visitors to where she lived, so the prospect of holding the festival was something to be excited about. Kumo couldn't help but notice a change in the chimereon, however; her antlers had grown more

Ambrosia wasn't too keen on plants- or anything nature-esque in that fashion. He very much preferred the colourful, sweet and loving embrace of the sweets he made. However.. he owed Dr. Juniper a favour, and as much as he would rather stay home and read, or spend time baking and humming to himself, he knew he couldn't turn her down. He sighed as he made his way down the path, looking up and seeing a glint of sun through the autumn leaves- they were a beautiful shade of red, and looked as if they were crisp with the season. He was going here to help the Dr pick some vegetables from the fields around his greenhouse (and study his ability to make things float at will, no doubt) and although he knew it was going to be a long day- he tried to look on the bright side! he hadn't been out of the shop in a while, and with Bonne taking over for the day, not only would that give her more experience but he could get out there and get some stuff done. He made his way down the lane, humming

After an eventful night of skiing, cheering and overall having a wonderful time, all the chams were tired, the early birds singing as a warm, orange light filled the site of lodges. There was a sense of happiness in the air, the wind filled with the voices of chimereons recalling the night before as the morning made its way past. At this point: with things said and done, both teams were on good terms again; the contest over with nothing but relaxation to look forward to. After the event they still had a couple more days on the ice, allowing them to relax after the incredibly eventful festival. Stars could only just be seen in the dawn light, the sun rising atop the mountains and awaking most of the remaining sleeping chimereons. Kumo woke up to the noise of chams eagerly chattering outside his window.. which had been left open. He shivered briefly, admitting that even though it was day and the sun was up, it was still winter, and the ice and snow were still as cold as ever. He sat up

It was a cold, frosty evening . The stars glittered above through the pink sunset as chimereons talked eagerly below. Most people were wrapped up tight, in the stands with flags and banners; ready for the race. The cold wind blew over them once again, ruffling fur, slime and a whole manner of other things as they huddled closer to the wooden stands. Further up the tall, dangerous slope there were two clear shapes, poised to position as they prepared to begin the final race, that would decide the winner of the winter sports festival. The ice and snow glimmered like magic in the cold, alluring light of the moon; the sun setting on the other side of the valley they were in. It was hard to make out, but there was still a clear rivalry between Marin and Rokusho, the tension almost splitting the air, and causing more sense-oriented chams to feel on edge. Rushing along, Kumo reached the stands right before the bell rung. In his excitement, he had forgotten the time that it started, and had