The festival was joyous this year. Cheers erupted from the crowd as volleys of sparks and arrows soared over them. Feasting food was passed around by streetside merchant carts, coating the otherwise odorous crowded city atmosphere with pleasant scents. It didn't rid the festivities of the 'people smell' that Yvah was currently growing accustomed to again, but she felt that the blend gave an added charm. Seeing the event with such rose-tinted spectacles made her wonder, looking back at her new friends, why so few of them were enjoying themselves. Some were even downright dour about the whole affair. The exception was Daisy, of course, trotting along with nearly the same enthusiasm as the feline. Though she was probably more enthusiastic about her own tune than the marching trumpets. 

Seeing the druidic folk in her company pluck arrows from the sky, Yvah decided that perhaps a show was needed to cheer them on. She looked ahead for the next archer to knock their ammunition, poising herself for a standing pounce. Once the arrow was loosed, her feet lifted from the floor with a sudden dart of movement. Just above the grasping reach of the crowd, Yvah snatched the arrow at the base of the blunted head between two fingers. She spun it between her fingers as the momentum slowly died. She repeated this for the next arrow with her still open hand, though spinning it with less of a dazzling speed than the first. 

The next archer prepped for fire and Yvah prepped for her little finale. She dashed forward to duck underneath the arrow's fall and just as it brushed past the grasping fingers of the townspeople, the tip of her tail swung upward and caught the center of the wooden shaft. The arrow deflected upward and Yvah's back arched as she swooped her body upward to catch the arrow in her jaws. But, she was a split second late and she felt wood bounce across her nose. Trying to balance it on her face, it slipped and fumbled to the side. The arrow in her hand flicked upward to knock the falling piece in the air just to be knocked again by the other to counter the speed of its spin. Then she, as gracefully as she could manage at this point, finally bit the wayward arrow into submission. 

After the gratuitous display, Yvah turned to her party and shared a wide, toothy smile in a moment of pride. When the spectacle of her performance faded, she handed the remaining party members that were currently without coupon arrows the ones that she currently held. The final one was handed to Daisy for being the only one present that seemed to be enjoying herself. 

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