Estelle stood next to her parents, helping where she was needed as they set up their tent. Considering her whole tribe were wanderers, they had all come together to the festival, using the event as a chance to sell their various wares and trinkets collected over their travels. Their colorful tents could be seen from miles away, bright banners fluttering high in the wind. Estelle's own parents sold a mixture of colorful yarns of cloth and charms to tie in one's hair or string as jewelry. When there was a lull in the crowds, Estelle's padded around the tent and straightened the items as well as add new things to the table. 

However, her mind was far away from her task. Just the night before, as her tribe gathered around their campfire, Estelle's parents had broke the news to her that she was chosen to represent the Wind Dancers in this years tournament. It was an honor to be sure but one that was heavy with the burden of making her whole tribe proud. The girl glanced over at her parents who were happily talking to one of the customers. They couldn't be more opposite. There her father stood tall, colorful streaked hair poking out from the red bandana he sported, much like the rest of the tribe. Estelle herself was wearing a silver scarf tied over her hair with little bells on the end that tickled when she turned her head. Her father was also dressed in mostly bright colors. Her mother was a calmer version of him, wearing a scarf of pale blue with clothing of white and black. 

As she stared at her parents she decided she wasn't going to disappoint them. Her mother looked over and saw her daughter looking their way. The woman smiled and excused herself from the conversation to walk over to Estelle. [color=lightblue]"Your father and I can handle it from here. Why don't you go out and explore? But take your violin with you."[/color] The command was unneeded, Estelle didn't go anywhere without her violin. With her instrument safely across her back in the case she made out of leather for it that worked much like a swords sheath, Estelle kissed her mother on the cheek, waved at her father before exiting the tent and began wandering down the rows upon rows of tents. She waved at a few of her tribe members as she passed by however she didn't stay and talk.