Yes. Wait. No. Maybe? Pack it just in case. Wait. If she packs too much, she won’t be able to buy anything there! A garbled noise of frustration burst from the tiny being and she pouted, collapsing onto the floor in a heap of clothes. Why was this so difficult? She frowned and sighed before getting back to her feet.
Suddenly, a knock came at her door and jumped from surprise. Apparently she’d been far too gone into her thoughts to hear the first few knocks. She skipped to the door and swung it open, her face instantly painted with pure joy. “Fae!” She embraced the woman at the door and let her in, excitedly bumbling after the monk. “I’ve been t-t-t-trying to decide what to p-p-pack but it’s so hard!” She frowned, remembering the monstrous pile of clothes in her room.
“Pack what you need, little one.” Ilafae said, her voice as soft as the wind the carefully taught the trees to dance outside Aminth’s loft windows.
Aminth frowned but returned to her room to finish packing. She decided she’d get plenty of outfits and artifacts there and - if necessary - purchase more bags to carry everything in. She came back out to Fae and bounced on the balls of her feet. “I’m so ex-ex-excited!” She squealed, clapping her hands and giggling again.
Minty kept close to Ilafae as they wandered about. Or rather, Fae lead them to their destination. It just seemed like wandering to one who’d never really ventured farther than the Silvermoon City gates. Her tiny mouth was frozen in perpetual shock and awe at everything they passed and she made good use of her newly purchased ‘camera’. Landscapes, Pandaren, the sky, the grass, Ilafae, herself. There was nothing the young reporter didn’t photograph. She giggled happily and followed closely.
Contrasting greatly to the scarce amounts of people they’d passed in their travels to their final destination, dozens of bodies swarmed about as they rounded a hill. Elves, Orcs, Trolls, Humans and Pandaren alike all gathered at the base of the valley as the sun began to set across the endless horizon. Aminth felt like she was floating as they joined the spring festival, finding somewhere to be as if their spots had been waiting especially for them to arrive.
Before any of the festivities began, Minty ran off and purchased a cute Pandaren outfit, donning it quickly so she fit in more. She found her tall monk friend once again and they joined in the dancing and revelry of the Pandaren Spring Festival. Flower blossoms wafted through the sky around them on invisible breezes and the smell of exotic foods moseyed their way to their impatiently waiting noses.
“F-Fae!” She called to her friend and her friend squatted down. As if on one wavelength, they both caught blossoms from the air and placed them in each others hair. Just as they smiled at each other, a light rain began to sprinkle from the sky and the let out joyous yelps as they scrambled to cover under the merchant’s tarps.
The drizzle continued but had no effect on the festival. Just as the dying rays of light twinkled in the sky and darkness began its nightly reign of the sky, the Pandarens released lanterns into the sky, each lit from within with magical radiance. They fluttered through the sky, disappearing over the ridges and hills of the eternal horizon.
The night finally began to wind to a close and Aminth retrieved a journal from her bag. Flipping through all the photos she’d taken, she laid them one by one into the fold of the book before scribbling something that caused her to smile.
A Minty Fae-Cation: Day One: Pandarian Spring Festival
Perfection. As expected. The standard is set high for the remainder of the trip but I have no doubt we will pass it each time.
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