Avella'S Adventure In Prisalia
The Shining Shyskies Festival
“You didn't force it, did you?”
Avella nodded tired.
“No trapping him too?” ash asked with an accusatory look.
“No! How many times do I have to say, anyway? He wanted to be Sailor by his own will. So we promised we'd go together. Well, even though he said he still had to wait for his mother's permission. Do you think his mother would let him?”
Ash turned his gaze away from Avella, he was indeed used to thinking by looking around. Then I saw the twin again. “Ngak,” said with a wide grin. “Maybe because you forced her so she said that. In conclusion, he would not ask his mother's permission. And because of that, Cysther's mother did not give permission because she did not know anything.”
It sucks! Avella really does not understand how the villagers say that Ash is a charming young man. Don't just look at his attitude when he's with her, just know how to piss her off.
“Indeed why don't you believe it, anyway?”
“Finally all this time I saw the girl didn't really like going out of the house. I just can't imagine he suddenly wants to be Sailor, leaving the comfort of the Sea Glass Bubble. Ah, not only that, anyway, from small you like to have ‘curse’ to persuade someone. Imagine, if you were me, would you not suspect?”
“No,” replied Avella without bothering to think. “Ah how about this, so actually .. Cysther initially did not want to be Sailor because he did not want to slow me down. He said like that earlier.”
“Oh, then I believe,” Ash said grinning. “It fits his character. It is unimaginable, but everyone can turn to something completely unexpected. Ah, still, Sailor was a strenuous activity. I've heard of people who've graduated from high-ranking training but returned home yet a month away from exploring. There were many burdens borne, as well as dangers lurking along the way. Then instead of free, Ella, but at the beginning will be given an allowance that will not be enough within one year. So on the way must be really frugal, when right, the name of the trip, there is just something unwanted happening. That's why many give up before a year of duty.”
Hearing Ash's words, Avella inevitably began to realize that the things she would face would not be as beautiful as she imagined. He will not eat delicious mother's cuisine, even ordinary food may not be able to taste if the finances thin. Not to mention the mosquitoes that will disturb them while sleeping. Cold water in the morning when it hits the feet. And the snow was too cold to make his fingertips numb and his lips turn blue. Then the threat of thieves, the terror of murderers, and the deceit of fraudsters, which will certainly target young naive Sailors and bring a lot of pocket money.
“It looks like I need to prepare carefully,” said Avella while frowning. “But don't doubt Cysther, he's very intelligent and creative. We can help each other on the way. Besides, isn't the group not just us? I'll find someone else who wants to be Sailor at Acclais.”
“You want ‘interface’.”
Avella laughs. “You know, it's not my fault that I'm too alluring until people follow my words,” the candle. “Then, what do you want to do after our sixteenth birthday? You still insist on not being Sailor?”
Ash's eyes darkened again, his lips opened. But there was a mother's cry telling them to come down. Avella saw Ash again, but the young man had already shuffled down from the bed. “You want to stay there? Come down.”
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The Shining Skysies Festival is an annual festival held at the Shyskies Meadow in Acclais. Every mid-spring night they would celebrate. Light strands adorn the trees around the meadow. A stage was erected on one side, with the flowers of the luminous moon adorning its edges.
This festival is dedicated to enjoying the beautiful full moon. The Shyskies who at night were pitch black, currently became radiant with moonlight. Avella came with her family, not at all thinking about the frog she met this morning which would have been upset because suddenly many humans passed through her residence.
Music in the air. Avella waved at Cysther, who was striking with her hair dyed in cyan color. The girl looked beautiful, wearing her white dress, as well as the starfish hairpin she always used. He invited his family to be near the Avella family.
“You look beautiful, I'm afraid the moon goddess will curse you out of envy,” said Avella, not bothering to whisper because the atmosphere is already very crowded. Mothers with red faces gossiped with shrill laughter. Little children are chasing, some even cry.
“Sssh, don't talk out loud. I'm afraid the moon goddess will hear your idea,” Cysther said.
They talked for a while until finally Mr. Fireboots, the village chief of Acclais, went up on stage and delivered his speech. After that, the main event came, which was a musical performance with the villagers enjoying while eating snacks. Flickering stars and lights accompanied them. Avella looked back towards the forest, many times feeling that someone was looking from within the darkness.
“Don't look, or they'll be too shy and go. Just pretend you don't feel their existence.” Avella's imagination leads to forest fairies interested in music. But soon torn down by Cysther. “They are wild animals. My father said, not only humans are happy to celebrate this festival, but also the animals.”
Thisaly plays her violin captivatingly, making the meadow full of praise-filled whispers. She wore a purple stacked dress, making her look like a spring fairy. After he got off the stage, another girl went up. He carries a guitar and is the same age as Thisaly. Avella had seen him several times, but not too familiar. If I'm not mistaken, her name is Xylia. She wore a black dress with the same round-brimmed hat, and two raven feathers poked out at the back.
“Goodnight, villagers Acclais. I'm going to sing The Sisters of Dark Forest, I hope you enjoy,” and then he starts moving his fingers on his guitar. Her voice is beautiful. Unfortunately, suddenly the music accompanies a strange sound and then disappear. The girl was glued when she saw the strings of some of her guitar strings breaking off.
The villagers gasped, witnessing this unusual event. Some people will indeed have an accident on stage, but not as fatal as Xylia. Seeing this, of course, they will talk about it for days without trading other topics.
“Nona Xylia, looks like your guitar is broken. You can borrow a guitar from other contestants to keep playing. It's okay,” said the host.
However, Xylia seemed to have other thoughts. Her eyes stared straight at Thisaly, who was sitting sweetly like a little princess in a fairy tale. His fingers pointed at him. “You ruined my guitar!”