-high fives!-
Dawn came quite before Festivity was expecting it. Or rather, it arrive much sooner than she would have liked. Despite traveling consistently quite literally since birth, she found the first few weeks in a new place particularly exhausting. Learning in any form was always taxing and adapting to the customs of a new locale was an entire education by itself. Fortunately, she was already familiar with the English language; that had simplified things quite a bit (much to her relief). Like a netted fish gasping for water that would never come again, her body yearned for an indistinct familiarity that was equally out of reach.
Giving up on sleep, Festivity abandoned logic and headed deeper into the woods to clear her head. Like bats newly awakened, faces whirled in her mind and refused to be shaken. Her parents and other members of the old caravan lined parallel to the handful of new acquaintances from the last forty-eight hours; perpendicular to this mess ran swirls from along the silk road - herdsmen from the steppes, crusty mediterranean merchants and elegant asian artisans. She remembered the names of most of them; she remembered much more clearly their heritages and the stories they all told.
The cool of the forest in the early morning was soothing. Finally, the ghosts from the past subsided and Festivity truly listened to the birds as they began to sing. In the same breath, she realized another had found sanctuary in the foggy morning air and slowly made her way towards him. "Lovely morning, isn't it?" She spoke softly and clearly, words carefully dictated into the morning sun. Perhaps he would be craving company as much as she realized she was.