Dauphin meandered eastward, observing the strange noises and rumblings coming from that direction. The grass and well trimmed shrubbery around her was an excellent example of how a main city of a powerful country should look.
The sounds grew louder and as Dauphin rounded a corner the bright colors of the festival hit her eyes. Bright splashes of magic lightened red, orange, and gold cloth waved gently in the breeze, untouched by the rain. People mingled here and there, and an auctioneer seemed to be bargaining off a faelan similar to the one walking next to Dauphin.
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