Submission (#5644) Approved

Kami is a very creative young kittom. She enjoys different kind of craft with a special taste for mask and costumes. Despite her young age, she shows a very delicate skill that always let her alone at the painting or modeling workshop table, long after the activity is done and that all the other kittoms are gone.
She's a gentle soul that just enjoys creation.


Music though... Is a weird animal for her.
It's not that she dislike it but it's just that.. She doesn't understand how it works. Every attempt to make her play an instrument seemed quite useless.
She likes lurking around the musician's wagon though !! Milka and his troup have some gorgeous tastes in festive cloths and they always let her play with their glittery paint !

At this time, the caravan has settled into Strynhalde... The frosty white land... Just before Starfall's preparations were about to start.
How in Eyre someone ever thought that it could be a good idea ?
Kami just adored Starfall but here ???
It was only snow, snow and more snow everywhere ! How could someone imagine having fun and enjoying a festival outside when everything was so cold once the sun had set. Starfall was about starry sky, light yukata, paper lanterns everywhere, fireworks, yummy food outside and dance and all.

It was not in her habits, but she was quite depressed, and for once her brushes and cisors didn't help.
She looked outside the window at the white landscape and found it really empty.
In the snow, she saw Milka with his thick winter clothes walking from his trailer to a sort of very big inn. He spotted her too and waved at her. He seemed to notice her gloomy face and made signs at her to come with him.
She brushed her arms in answer, showing him that it was too cold for her to go out, and he insisted, showing how himself was well covered and fine... Enough it seemed to jump goofily in the middle of the snowy path. She snorted and started to search for her winter clothes before joining the Musician's trailer.

She took a deep breath before opening her trailer's door and kept the warm air into her lung as long as she could, while entering the bright and frosty outside.
The caravan has stopped in a small village settled between three icy mountains. Houses had this sturdy look, heavy and strong, made of large resinous trunks, grey stones and sloppy roofs to prevent the snow of becoming too heavy. Beside the houses and something that she identified as a fir forest, everything was white and quite plain.
Boring even.
The largest building of the town was an inn that welcomed the caravan in their court and even if every reasonable soul was staying inside, Kami could see some elnins busy around the place.
Some tables were set, and also a sort of stage ?
They couldn't be serious.

Oooh so frozen ! Her steps grew faster and she almost jumped the small stair in front of the inn's entrance, knocked three times and entered before earing anything.
What a mess ! The whole « party » team of the caravan was on hard work. Isabelle was here and was in serious discussion upon a lot of colorful fabrics that could look like banners and flags... perhaps even bigger stuff. Dolce and Tinu were adding some glitter on a very large, half-rolled, fabric screen that looked like a night sky and to be honest... They probably had more glitter on themselves than on the screen.
Milka dusted himself off the snow and called Kami with a bright smile.
«  We need you, Girl ! »

«  For what ? »
«  You're the painting expert here, little sis. Tinu and Dolce are doing their best but they could really use some guidance from you. Also, I REALLY need to start the rehearsal now ! I can't keep my eyes on them. Will you help me ? »

So... Everyone here were really building an outdoor show ? What did they have in mind ?
Stunned, she only replied a clumsy, « yay... I guess but... »
But Milka had already thank her warmly and fled in another room with his luth.

That's how she spent her afternoon. Anticipating a show always rose her mood at the top, and even if she was a bit bitter that it would probably be too cold outside for her to enjoy... Well. Maybe she would be able to see some glimpse of everything through her window.
Just as the tradition meant it... The preparations grew almost late and when she was done with her tasks, it was almost time to start.
She put back on her winter clothes to go back to her trailer and stepped outside the inn before freezing in place... But not from cold this time.

A vast and colorful marquee has been raised on the courtyard, A lot of carved metallic braziers were placed all around his pillars, building an invisible wall that was keeping the warmth inside the tent.
The place was full, people were wearing their best outfits, delicious smell were floating all around the place, and Milka's luth started playing with some other local musicians on stage.

Music stroke Kami in her heart.
Seeing all this, she realisez how wrong she was. A Festival wasn't about warm summer nights and lantern papers... At least, not only that.
It was a mood, a feeling... Something in the air.
Music, yummy smells, bright colors and lights... It was when all the senses were delighted.

She happily joined the festivities, and let her coat down since she didn't need it for this evening.
She danced on every single tune that the band played, glad to discover and explore one of the secret ingredients for a good festival mood : music.