#the spring festival
Pink and Blue paintings headers. Respective painting names are on subtitles. Reposting them is allowed as long as I get credited.
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When you walk into The Bundled Bone Bag today, the tables and shelves are pushed back against the walls. A circle is on the cleared floor in colorfulpowder.
Music floats around the store, Irving, the mycelium covered gryff, bangs out a song on the piano. The two vulture musicians play along, a joyful melody filling the space.
And in the colorful circle is Fillie and Ser Wintertail dancing together among a throng of people. They hop to the tune, laughing as they dance.
Light gently falls over the first night of the Festival. V emerges from the path leading into town, sporting a brand new peg leg and clean clothes, and flanked by two scruffy-looking kids some couple years their senior.
They hop along the path arm in arm, singing in the Old Tone- very clearly a foreign tongue to them, as foreign as the concept of musicality. Their voices are passable at best, but carry with them something of birds’ trills; as though a flock of sparrows had somehow gained the gift of human speech, and was now touring town.
“Blessed be!”V greets.“May the birds sing at your window!”
