I spun around in excitement for the Festival, the Festival Lunae. The bright colors of Leichtleaves and Luxflies seemed to circle around me as what looked like a tornado. Sounds of chattering, likely in excitement for the Festival, were heard all around. I looked down over the bridge, waving to all of those riding Taubolsh. They waved back. I looked to the sky, which, even though the Moon was not present, was bright. Luxflies flew all around, and Leichtleaves were being blown a bit up due to the heavy wind. Speaking of which, that is when I felt it against my back. I shivered for a second, before turning around. I left the bridge, walking along the sidewalks. “When will she get here!?” I thought to myself. “You can't miss a Festival,” I said under my breath. “What was that?” the girl in front of me asked. I looked up, slightly taken aback.
“Julia! I have been waiting for ten minutes! I thought you were going to miss the Festival,” I said. “I would never,” she replied, slightly offended at my remark. We both looked to the sky. “I hope She returns,” Julia mumbled. “Me too,” I said. “Joshua, we haven't seen her, ever. It's been a thousand years.” “I know,” I said. “But, we have to have hope. That's what we've always been taught, right?”
Our conversation was interrupted by the announcer, whom we walked towards. I looked down at the reflective river. Taubolsh riders were still present, releasing jars of Luxflies and throwing Leichtleaves into the sky. Looking to my right, I saw the lush, multicolored forests of Lunae Zonam. Several kittens and foxes scurried across the leafy floor, as the wind blew the leaves of the plants towards the announcers. Several Leichtleaves created a beautiful image of pure, gold, luminescence. Golden Leichtleaves had to be my favorite. The blue Leichtleaves looked wonderful, but the golden ones just fit so well with where we were.