Great Bear Wilderness [wp] tukstal

his question finds a look of thoughtful reminiscence streaming across the yearling's face, her brow tugging upward with interest. "no, not one like this," she reveals with a glance around to the hustle and bustle around them, the crowd a buzzing song in the background of their conversation. 

"my home village was not so...," she paused, trying to find the appropriate word in their shared common language. "...lively." celebrations were a thing she'd grown in, though they were more ceremonial than they were extravagant. most days she'd been content with these idle ways, but now she'd tasted unrestrained festivity and her heart hungered for more. 

most days the nymph would simply be happy in the shared company of mushrooms and woodland creatures. but for her to see so many faces of joy and hear their booming laughter — it made her appreciate the fond company in which she shared.