Festivals happened on a regular basis in big cities, but for a festival to take place in a small village was rare.
The satisfied villagers gathered together at the fire and started a festival. The women started to sing, while the men beat on their drums.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The villages danced to the beat of the drums. Every time the wind blew it made the dance seem more dreamy.
The women took their clothes off and danced wearing only their undergarments.
Even though it was cold, the heat of the festival made you forget about the cold.
Thanks to that, Weed could have a nice show.
“Festival’s aren’t bad.”
Men and women danced, while the music poured out. In a pleasant atmosphere the night had passed.
“Hoo, it’s finally finished.”
Weed quickly finished the dishes and sat down.