(Music Recommendation: Sigri - By Heldom, Eolya)
Isadora made her way to the celebration at the center of the street, where a huge bonfire burned.
The loud sound of beating drums, flutes, and vocalized chanting echoed through the air.
The closer Isadora got, the louder it became.
She wore a red woolen long-sleeve dress... loose yet perfectly tailored to her figure. Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her lower back, and a crown of roses adorned her head.
The moment Isadora arrived, she was welcomed and led to the dance with the other maidens.
She spotted Logi drinking as he talked and laughed with Solin like they were best friends.
Isadora narrowed her eyes in confusion before they moved around the crowd, in hopes of seeing a familiar, shaded silver-haired male.
The gentle tug on her hand pulled her focus back to the celebration. Her gaze settled on the women dancing in a circle around her.
