Every fire burns brighter in the darkest night
Catalina nestled into the shadowy corner of the bustling festival, her vibrant red hair and freckles barely visible amidst the crowd's swirl of color and motion. The sun-kissed glow of her skin seemed almost ethereal under the flickering lights strung above the gathering. She wore simple clothing—well-worn but comfortable—perfect for blending into the tapestry of revelry.
With a contented sigh, she pulled a freshly seared piece of meat off the stick and took a hearty bite. The meat was smoky and succulent, a welcome reprieve from the excitement around her. The music was a deafening cacophony of drums and flutes, pulsating through the air and mingling with the laughter and chatter of festival-goers.
This being her first time listening to music in her life, she had felt each beat as though it were the first. Each and every second.
Nearby, the dragon darted gracefully through the crowd. Its scales were an arresting shade of glacial pale, catching the light with an almost surreal beauty. The creature weaved between people with effortless agility, its sharp eyes scanning for any morsel that might fall from the hands of the revelers. Its movements were a fluid dance, a sharp contrast to the chaotic revelry.
Catalina watched the dragon with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She was unaware the dragon’s owner was somewhere nearby, fumbling through the crowd in search of the elusive creature. The bustling festival seemed to mask the owner’s attempts to retrieve their companion, making it easier for Catalina to act without drawing attention.
With a click of her tongue, Catalina attempted to draw it's attention to her. Secretively, she slid a piece of meat off the stick and let it fall gently onto the ground near her feet. She continued eating as if nothing was amiss, her eyes glancing casually at the dragon's graceful antics. The piece of meat lay on the ground, a small offering to the enigmatic creature. Hearing a name being shout, and flooded through the crowd Boreal. Yet Catalina spoke no words yet. She only was tempted to see, if the sacrifice on the ground would even go noticed.
Let me be your guiding light
Catalina
