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[color=E5E4E2]It pleased him to see that Aether wished to accompany him. He had no issue going to the festival by himself, though company was always nice, especially if it was Solstice’s sister. Perhaps he could get him to tell her things she liked and he might get it from the festival. Females liked gifts, right? He liked gifts too. Then again, who didn’t like gifts? Jewelry was the best, but it was even better when they were extra shiny and inlaid with stones so they glimmered and shined when one moved. Maroon found himself ruminating before the frisky touch of the morning wind brushed against his cheeks. He smirked up at Aether as he took off into the sky, looping around and appearing much like a shooting star in the midst of the day. Spreading his large, dark wings, he took off after his companion and floated gently on the breeze. 

The festival was a large one, as was everything SkyWing-related. A series of smaller mountains cradled the festival grounds, and many types of vendors rested against the smooth stone. Multi-colored banners and flags swayed from between the stalls, each of their colors decreeing what they had in stock. Maroon didn’t know the meaning of all of them, but he knew that the pale yellow ones were slated for vendors that hailed from the SandWing kingdoms. He had learned to both embrace them and be wary of them; most vendors hyped up their wares as if they were ancient artifacts that had long been buried in the sand and thus tried to sell them for an exuberant amount of gold. The times he had been scammed by them was… very embarrassing. The smell of roast meats brought his attention back to the present. 

Maroon’s talons touched down upon the soft ground and he craned his neck to peer around him. Red-hued dragons paced the dirt roads, laughing and swaying their tails, flourishing with their talons, and motioning their wings in excitement. Maroon caught sight of several outsiders, such as several IceWings and one or two SandWings. It seemed like the festival had brought much attention. 

[color=551606][b]”Well, here we are,”[/b][/color] Maroon said as he tucked his wings delicately against his sides. Dragons stared at him for a moment, then leaned over to whisper to one another, though he chose to ignore them. Instead, he turned his bright gaze towards Aether. [color=551606][b]”Where shall we head first?”[/b][/color] [/color]