Look Before You Leap

A few weeks later, it was a lovely spring day, the equinox in fact, and so there was a festival to be held for the people of Loreroot. Flowers bloomed that day, and one could see long, near-endless rows of lilies and morning glories while walking to the capitol. And that was what everyone did: they marveled at Nature all the way to Raven’s Hold. Many sorts of beings had gathered there; it ranged from druids and nymphs to elementals and warlocks. So was it that it was reminiscent of noisy, moving flowers. All was cheery and happy there, and everyone was so busy eating candied flowers and assorted fruits that they failed to notice the figure swiftly going up to the peak.

A man with a beautiful set of wings adorned with lustrous, night-black feathers spoke with a clean, booming voice, “My dear Lorerootians, ‘tis time once more to celebrate this fine spring equinox. I, Raven, am to hold this feast, and I assure you all of a grand experience!”
Everyone had been listening intently by then, and at the end of the speech, a roar of applause sounded. No one took note of the thud masked by the applause.